#it's so self indulgent and petty in a way oh my god

[starllit]

I'm cooking up some LORE w/ this one

[dollyluvss]

[[ “ where are you..? “ ]]

♱ a lovely friendship. started out playing at the park as children, your best friend leaves you while he pursues his soccer career. but when he returns..? { mean!kunigami rensuke x afab!reader! }

warnings. . .

angst angst and more angst, hate fucking, mouthy/bratty reader (sorta self indulgent-) choking, mentions of self harm - substance abuse/pure pressure - and bullying - reader over thinks.

biting, pussy slapping, just filth.. throat fucking, dom/sub dynamics, slut shaming, LOADSSSS OF DIRTY TALK, creampie(s), throat fingering(? idk why to call it..), hair pulling, headlocks,impact play/spanking/slapping, kunigami and reader have potty mouths :p, superrrrr mean!kunigami :<, slight dub-con at the begining of the smut scene, size kink if you can see, arguing, manhandling..brr.. you have been warned!

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it had been almost a year since you last saw your best friend. he was always with you before he left, you, his family, and soccer is all he cares about really. you two were close, very close. always joking around, teasing each other and backing each other up when it comes to anyone who disagrees. you always were sassy as a kid, that sass turned into a full blown attitude as you reached your teen years, cussing out anyone who pissed you off or even looked at you sideways. kunigami, being fairly level headed, was always there to, quite literally, hold you back from pouncing on the next sorry person to face your anger.

you and kunigami bickered from time to time, becoming full on arguments as you grew older. they never lasted long really, you barking at him into backing down. he never liked to argue with you, neither did you, but sometimes you two pushed one another’s buttons a bit to much.

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“oh shut up, ren!” i groan, growing more irritated as seconds passed. a stupid, very petty, argument over how loud his music was, it woke you up. and not in a good mood at that.

“im allowed to play music, ___.its my house, i can do what i like!” he argued back, voice raised but not as much as yours.

“shut it the fuck off! use headphones you dickhead!” i growled, lip turned up in a nasty scowl. rensuke sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. stress marks on his forehead. “alright fine, m’sorry kid..” he mummbles, ruffling you head and bringing you to his chest in a soft hug, a genuine apology.

“whatever..” i grumble into his chest, hugging his waist. “just had a long week, wanted to have a good nap ya’know?” i mumble in his chest. he laughs, patting my head.

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god you miss him, miss the bickering, cuddles during movie nights, sneaking out of his parents house to the beach to have fun in the water.

sigh..come back soon ren.. i think to myself, chin resting in my hands as i stare tiredly at my laptop.

buzz buzz!

i glance at my phone, i gasp, jumping back in my chair as i grab my phone, bag and put on my shoes. rushing out the door to my car as i make my way out to kunigami’s house.

ren’s momma:3 : rensuke came home a few days ago! he’s home watching the house while im on vacation, go stop by and say hi sweetie!

i smile at he text, she was such a lovely woman. always helping you when your own mother couldnt.

i speed over to his house, pulling into the driveway as i race out of my car and run up to the door. i unlock it with my spare key, removing my shoes as i head downstairs to the basement. i walk down the stairs, a familiar living room, small work out coroner to the left, a kitchen, bathroom and washroom, his room in the far back of the basement. i take quiet careful steps towards his room, i push past the curtain to his room, his sent filling my nose as i lock my eyes on him.

“..hi- ren..” i say, i cant believe hes back, its been so, so long. i walk over to his side as he looks up at me.

budump. badump.

my heart beat rings in my ears as he looks up at me. his eyes are, cold. his stare is harsh, shooting daggers at you even.

what the fuck happened? did he join the military and quit soccer? i think to myself.

“so much for a warnin’..” he grumbles, voice almost hoars. a far cry from his calm, sweet voice that almost dripped with honey when he spoke soft enough.

“i-i..” i stutter, shocked at his change in demeanor and appearance. my mouth agape, mind flooded with questions.

“you just gonna stand there..” he says, more of a annoyed response than a question. he stands up, towering over you. fuck..was he always this big? i shake away the thought, looking up at him as i place my bag down next to him doorframe. i whisper “how are you..?” im feeling, uneasy..his whole vibe is just— off.

“fine.” he grumbles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. he looks almost unsure, like your a complete stranger.

“u-um..can i have a hug?” i stutter, the tension in the air is almost suffocating me. he glances down at me and my heart drops.

disgust, like a dirty dog jumping all over him.

“ive got better things to do, no.” he says stern and cold lacing his voice, hes looking at me like a pest.

“oh- uh. okay? damn..” i grumble back, a pout forming on my lips at his harsh rejection. “what crawled up your ass?” i reply, pout turning into a almost scowl now as i eye him up and down when he walks past me. stopping after those words leave my lips.

“buzz off, ____. im busy, cant bother with your bitchy attitude today..” he almost growls, like you mean nothing to him.

“excuse me?” it comes out before i realize it, mh words laced with venom. my scowl now a nasty snarl as i turn to face him.

he turns his head to look at me, glaring at me like i just said something extremely disrespectful.

“whats your fuckin’ problem?” i growl, stepping closer to him, getting in his space much to his disliking.

“watch yer mouth.” he says sternly, turning to face me, he looks down at me with hate in his eyes. i cant stop the shiver it sent up my spine. i swallow the lump forming in my throat and glare back.

“or what? whats your fuckin’ issue? i dont see or hear from you in a year and you come back all tight and shit? fuck happened to “hi ___! i missed you how are you?” huh?” i throw my hands up, voice getting louder as the seconds past. my emotions taking full control at the sight of whats now left of my best friend.

“so damn mouthy..cant say anythin’ to you without you gettin’ bitchy can you?” he barks back, voice still low and deep but the bass almost shakes me off my feet.

“oh! look who finally grew some fuckin’ balls! guess they kicked your ass around in there huh?” i say, a sly, almost devilish, grin appearing on my face. basically poking a angry bear with a stick.

he growls, “watch yourself..im not fuckin’ around ____..” vemon starts lacing his words just as much, if not more, than you.

“i just want to see my best friend, is that so bad? you couldnt have even TRIED to call me? you call your mother and sisters but not me? i though i was special to you?” i scoff, i understand he worked hard at blue lock. i mean, its quite literally all over his face— but he couldnt even relay a message back to me? not once for the 11 months he was there? my eyes feel sore as they gloss over. fuck..no relax, keep it together ____ . i think to myself.

“well? what happened to all those promises? that youd call me if it ended up being something long term, if you could get your hands on a phone?” i day, voice cracking slowly as my resolve to ‘keep it together’ .

“i dont have time to listen to your bitchin’..so fuckin noisy..didnt wanna hear you bitch ‘n moan over the phone or in person.” he spat back. that does it. the frog jumping from my throat as i double over myself in a sob. unable to stop once i start, i rub my eyes as i start breathing harder, hiccuping every so often.

had he always felt like this? did all i really do is ‘bitch ‘n moan’ to him? what about my other friends? my family, teachers? his mom, or sisters? you always did have quite the talent for annoying people ever since you were small. being left out or subtly teased in ‘friend’ groups, being dared to leave at sleep overs and partys. you tried cigs, weed and alcohol to try and seem cool to your peers. trying to push the thoughts of self harming in any way you could think of as you down two more shots, head feeling like cotton as your ‘friends’ all pack into their car and drive off. leaving you absolutely stranded and alone a hour from home.

you dont know when you feel to the ground but your on your knees, right hand on the carpet of his floor while your left grips your shirt on your chest as you breath faster and faster. mind racing fast at how to calm down, trying to focus on anything but the loud negative thoughts clouding your head. ears ringing loud starts dying back, your eyes are focused back in, breathing jagged but stable as you start counting up. soon you let out a shakey breath before looking up at kunigami. your eyes widen in shock when you see him looking down at you with such hatred.

“your so pathetic. get the fuck up.” he barks, not a single ounce of remorse for his so called ‘best friend.’

i get up, knees shakey as i stumble. i look up at him and glare. “your bein’ a fuckin’ cunt right now kunigami.” his family name spilling from my lips like hot lava.

his face scrunches slightly at the sound of his family name coming from you mouth, something you never called him. “watch yer mouth, brat.” he growls.

“bite me, ren!” i snap back, my minds blank of how we ended up back to arguing but i continue to curse at him, ‘bitch’ and ‘pussy’ leave my mouth multiple times as i grill into him, walking closer to him, my hands shoving him backwards towards the wall….is what you swore just happened. your back and head are pounding as you feel the wall behind you and big strong hands holding yours next to your head in a painful grip, sharp, mean eyes staring at you like prey..

“shut up.” he spits, literally. he spit in your face. you flitch back at this, yelling as i trash in his grip. “let me go..! ren let me go!” i bark , trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“shut..up!” he yells back, pulling me forward before slamming me back against the wall. i yelp and stare at him wide eyed. a pathetic whimper leaving my throat as he moves closer to my face.

“watch that smart mouth of yours..or i teach you how to shut the fuck up..” he growls against my ear, body now flush against my chest. i can feel his heart beat..

“g-get the— fuck off me..!” i groan, once again squirming as his grip on my wrist tighten. he presses his body harder against mine, preventing me from moving as i squeak in surprise.

“do it again, watch what i fuckin’ do to you..” he whispers, for some reason its scarier than when his voice is raised. ‘he wont do shit..’ i think.

wrong. ooh sooo wrong you were.

his hands maneuver my hands above my hands, his left hand holding them firm against the wall. his right hand you ask? shoving his two longest fingers down your throat, harshly.

i gag hard on his thick fingers, trashing around as much as i could as he starts fucking my throat with his fingers, not pulling the out more than two inches before plunging the back down my throat. i gag and choke on his fingers as i try to pull my head away. i feel my eyes start to flutter into rhe back of my head at the lack of oxygen.

“fuckin’ slut..always bitchin’ ‘bout somethin’ dumb…fuckin’— take it..” he groan in my ear, it sends a shiver down my spine as my heads pushed back more as he pushes his digests deeper.. my body starts slowly sliding down the wall, he lets go of my wrist as he pulls me fully to my knees. my hands fly to his wrist and grip it weakly, trying to pull his hand out of my throat. tears begin to fall from my eyes as he tug my head back by my hair. a loud moan coming my sore throat.

“ gag, r- gag, en— gag” i sputter out, his fingers moving faster. my eyes fully rolling back now as i feel myself going limp.

“shut it, fuckin’ whore..you wanna talk back? this is what happens when you dont fuckin’ listen..” he growled into my ear. soon he removes his fingers, i lean against his thick thigh as i gasp and cough for air. his hand lands on my head, he grips my hair and pulls my neck back to look up at him. my eyes wide at the sight of his cock, gulp, hes huge..to big— way to fuckin’ big..

“open yer mouth..” he demands, i gasp as hip tip hits my lips. he takes this as a invitation to slam himself down my throat. i gag, hard, on his cock. his hand in my hair using it as a handle to pull my head up and down his length. using my mouth to his desires.

“shit— thats right..t-take this dick..fuuuck..” he groans lowly, rolling his head back as his tip hits the back of my throat. hips bucking up in my mouth.

a lewd, gul gul gul, comes from my throat as i open my mouth to gag and cough on his cock. my hands gripping his thighs harshly. nails leaving marks in there wake as i claw his legs. i fall on my ass as he pushing my back flush against the wall as he snaps his hips in my mouth over and over. calloused hands slammed against the wall and he uses my mouth like some fleshlight.

“fuckfuckfuck— take it- take this dick- f-fuck, g-gonna cum down that f-fuckin’ nasty throat baby..” he looks down, hips snapping at a slower speed but deeper this time small ‘take it.’ ‘s leave his mouth as he reaches his high. pressing my head against his pelvis with his right hands while he leans his forehead on his left forearm. groaning- no— growling as he cums down my throat. i cough and gag as he fills my mouth, he pulls away harshly as i gasp and take big gulps as i swallow his cum. my face is covered in spit ‘n cum.

“w-what..cough, gulp, is wrong- with you..?!” i shout hoarsly, throat sore from his assault with his cock.

he dosent reply, grabing my neck as he grips it harshly. walking me backwards and turning me around before pushing me on the bed. he pulls down my shorts and underwear quickly, he spits on my cunt. rubbing two fingers up from my clit to my entrance, pushing past my walls as he starts fingering me and hard.

i put my right hand out behind me, left gripping the blankets on his bed and i try to push his hand away. but, my attemps are in vain as he pins my hands behind my back as keeps fingering me, pushing a third finger in as he speeds up. he leans his chest against me from behind, his mouth biting down on my nape. leaving a harsh teeth back as he starts biting my neck.

“fuckin’ mouthy bitch..take my fuckin’ fingers slut..fuuck..pussy fuckin’ loves it huh..” he growls against my neck. my face falling against his bed as i moan loudly. hips grinding up to match his pace as a knot forms in my stomach.

“dont you dare fuckin’ cum..beg me for it..” he groans against my ear, licking and kissing down and up my neck. im a babbling mess but i manage to say one thing.

“f-fuuuck— you..!” i squeal as i feel myself on the brink of cumming. he pulls his hand from my cunt and pulls my leg up by my knee. resting it on his bed before he starts slapping my cunt and ass over and over.

“you never learn huh? fuckin’ spoiled brat.” he growls, slapping my wet cunt one last time as hard as he could. drawing a loud moan from my throat as my body loses the tenseness it had from his spanking. he pulls away, pulling my hips flush against his cock, he pulls my hips up and down along his length a few times before slipping into my pussy with a slow, deep thrust. his left hand pulling my head back by the hair, again…sigh… “fuckin’ loud mouth bitch..ill make you fuckin’ learn to hold that ditry tongue of yours next time..” he moans, hips slamming against mine as he using my hair as a handle to push himself deeper..

“r-reennnn-suukeee!” i gasp in a high pitches moan, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as i try to hold myself up with his harsh thrust pushing me forward over and over. fuck hes strong.. i think to myself, eyes crossing as he hits my g-spot dead on. i let out a loud, high pitches moan as he hits it repeatedly.

kunigami lets out a nasally laugh before he speaks. “that yer spot slut? s-shit..tightened around me- gotta be it hm?” he leans forward, harsh grip on your hair moving to you shoulder before wrapping his muscular arm around your neck. a headlock.

he hold his wrist with his left hand to hold your neck firmly. “f-fuuuck..thats it you dirty whore..cum on my cock- t-there ya go..shit..” he growls against my ear, pulling me into a messy and rough kiss as he hips pump his cock deeper into me.

i moan in his mouth as he tightens the headlock, i pull back as he hits my spot one last time before i cum hard on his cock. but of course, his pace quickens. chasing his own high.

he lets go of my neck, letting my chest and head fall against his bed and he pulls my hips higher. practically slamming my hips against his. its to much for your poor cunt.

“g-gonna cum..fuck— such a good pussy, fuuck..!” he growls once more before pulling me flush against him as he cums deep inside me. he leans against my back as he pumps his hips slowly as he drags out his orgasam.

“..not done with you yet..still havent learned your lesson properly have you?” he snarls in my ear.

its gonna be a long night..

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end!

hello hi yes its been a while (almost a year—) i hope you enjoyed!! i sure as hell did!! please feel free to reblog as it is greatly appreciated! :3

- dolly..

*do not copy, translate or steal my work.*

[uthseikoashx-goingmyway]

things in IWTV season 2 i'd lose my mind if it actually happens (or when. because some of those things will happen.). sorry for the mistakes btw

1. Claudeleine romantic relationship

Claudia finally having a vampire lover she can be herself with. the romantic & sexual tension. the heart to heart Louis and Claudia would have before changing Madeleine. the yearning. the tragic ending. the change of dynamics in the De Pointe du Lac family. the disruption of it all.

2. an exploration of Armand's relationship to religion, faith and God

specially in 2022. past religious crisis. how he articulates his vampire nature, his faith and his despair. lots of hints of TVA. God and art. religion, Armand and Louis. his religion (conversion from being christian to being muslim in this universe? if so, why?). "i serve, a God," would you mind to develop?

3. dramatic irony about Daniel's past and Devil's Minion

the rent boy. Daniel actually realising he had been a dick about that. "oh." after understanding the irony of it all. Armand talking in riddles and hinting at something Daniel is totally ignorant of. young Daniel's life and messy, loving and weird relationship with Armand. some activism. 2022 Daniel getting old, sicker and sicker. laughs. angst. tension. yearning. longing stares. petty remarks. revelations.

4. Loumand complex relationship

the love and the suffering. how they are both deeply attached to each other. how they show their care. the place Lestat holds right in the middle. how they deal with Claudia's death. what Louis really thinks about it. the tension. the yearning. how their relationship actually developed. the extent of Louis' memory alteration and how it plays a role into their dynamics. the after: how Armand helped Louis. messy divorce vibes. petty moves. to what extent their relationship is doomed. how one person can love several persons and in different ways, and how complex and delicate it is.

5. The Groan™

what is that. a metaphor for sexual arousal? Lestat scratching the walls? Rashid trapped? some clues. what the fuck.

6. Antoinette alive and kicking

and coming back right on time for the trial, because it would be 1) so fucking funny 2) utterly tragic, considering Claudia would be killed for killing nobody.

7. amazing outfits

amazing outfits

8. lots of french

i'm french

9. Claudia and Armand's relationship

Claudia being protective of Louis. Armand dealing with it. some sort of bond rivalry. both of them aware that something's wrong with the other. Armand and Claudia's similarities being acknowledged (age, killing a human they loved — Charlie, Ricardo — and complex situation regarding their maker), even a possibility for some kind of understanding and compassion (making the end more tragic). Armand seeing a some of Lestat in Claudia. Claudia seeing Armand's love for Lestat. a common love for theater and spectacular shows. that awful experience before Claudia's death.

10. Louis and memories

the photos he takes (where are they in 2022? will they clash with Louis' tale?). the metatextual dimension of themes such as: unreliable narration, memories and perspective, autofiction. Daniel calling out Louis' avoiding strategies. Louis calling out Daniel's rudeness and biais. how Louis really sees his relationship with Claudia? the gap between Louis' and Armand's recalling. a deeper exploration of his superimposed identities (black, queer, american man; in 1940, 1973, 2022). learning how to trust someone new after being abused. the rain metaphors. Louis saying the most poetic and heartbreaking thing you'll ever heard. his relationship to vampirism as he joins Armand's coven. grief and loss of a family member. hallucinations and how they are filmed / manifesting. guilt. loving Claudia and Armand. loving Lestat, still. etc.

tysm for coming to my tedtalk. it was very self-indulgent but very much pleasant. i won't be mad if it doesn't happen (obviously!), or not like i imagine. still, it's fun to imagine and put that here on tumblr. no shame on lestat, i just have no special things i'm waiting for about him, and will be very happy indeed to see him again. salut

[cheonstapes]

toji fushiguro stars in... 'PEACH GUMMY CANDY' ☆ ～('▽^人)

a/n ~ i was literally just eating these japanese peach gummies and i felt a sudden surge of inspiration, and i love toji so it was a match made in my tummy. this is a lil self indulgent cause i'm addicted to peaches and just needed an outlet to express that ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )

summary; toji never liked peaches. well, not until he met you.

wc; 400+

pairings; toji fushiguro x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!! toji being a hater, reader loving peaches, oral, dom!toji, sub!reader, fingering, squirtin, established relationship, he really loves you, peaches, peaches, peaches, peaches, 🍑, nawt proofread - just peaches

saying you liked peaches was an understatement. 

peach soap, peach perfume, peach shampoo, peach themed makeup, peach flavoured lip gloss, literal peaches. it was kinda overwhelming. toji hated peaches. he’s never had a sweet tooth, being the greek god he is - he refused to eat anything he deemed ‘too sweet’, and peaches were the highest on that list.

it irked you at first. the petty sneer that he’d pull whenever he sensed anything remotely peach related around him, he just couldn’t understand how you were so obsessed with the stupid fruits. but of course, toji could never resist spoiling his sweet baby. soon, you started seeing peachy little gifts all around the apartment.

the fridge stocked with peach tea, a basket of fresh peaches in the kitchen, cute peach slippers by your bed. you thought he had officially lost it. you weren’t complaining though, after seeing how happy you got with each gift they seemingly doubled in amount. 

he would never say it out loud, but toji was starting to like peaches. 

especially after he got a taste of your sweet cunt. he didn’t think it was possible but the sheer amount of peaches you consume made you taste even better than you already did. head between your thighs, stubble tickles your skin as he sucks on your clit - two rough fingers scissoring your tight hole. a fat glob of his spit trickles down your entrance, pooling under your ass as his tongue massages your insides.

“t-toji- fuuhck!”

he doesn’t respond. too focus on tasting as much of you as he could, shaking his head side to side as he makes out with your pretty pussy. his large hands grip your thighs open, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the skin, too gentle compared to the way he eats you out like a mad man. he can feel the way your legs quiver, cunt clenching rapidly on his tongue - your stomach tightening so good, locking eyes with your boyfriend as he looks up at you with smoky eyes from behind your mound.

he couldn’t stop, not even after you squirted that sweet juice all in his awaiting mouth, not after you begged so sweetly for him to slow down - hands weakly pushing his head away from your aching pussy. “move yer fuckin’ hands, baby. ‘s not my fault ya cunt’s all sweet, now let daddy enjoy his pretty girl’s pussy.” 

toji didn’t like peaches. but if peaches taste like your pussy? well, he fucking loves them.

-This one is for my one and only true love Princess Peach

Peach, you're so cool And with my star, we're gonna rule Peach, understand I'm gonna love you 'til the very end

Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I love you, oh Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I love you, oh

Mario, Luigi, and a Donkey Kong too A thousand troops of Koopas couldn't keep me from you Princess Peach, at the end of the line I'll make you mine, oh

Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I love you, oh

Peaches, Peaches, Peach, Peach

[oceandirtcountry]

I’ve grown slightly impatient so here’s a silly little short meetup (at least before I’m writing it) for @destiny-in-the-universe’s project Zero

“Wait, play that back. Let me see that again.”

[Date: 20/12/20XX]

[Location: District Nine. Uncharacteristic alleyway.]

{Begin Replay}

“Girls, girls, girls…don’t be so crass, now. I mean, it’s your old pal Mercury! Surely you can excuse him from a little petty theft, right?” A silver-haired boy takes a few cautious steps back in the alleyway.

There was a way out the other way, but he’d never make it so far—Ruby would snag him if he even attempted any form of escape. His only options were fight or talk, and both are unlikely considering the four.

After Salem’s death, all of her minions got put out of a job. Of course they did. And with no prior experience with most fields and a massive criminal record, save for Arthur Watts, who found himself a stable tech support job. At least, stable enough. The minions ended up resorting back into lives of crime, this time far less extravagant and privileged.

Yang snorts. “Petty theft? Yeah, if it was, maybe we’d let you off with a slap on the wrist. But you just robbed a bank—and that’s far from petty.”

“Like me,” Weiss smiles a self-indulgent smirk.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Yang snorts. “Anyway, I’m actually glad it’s you, Merc. I’ve been waiting to sink my fist into your butt-ugly face ever since Beacon, and hoo boy, it’s been a long time.”

Mercury gulps, but retains his swagger. He’s not going out begging for mercy. That’s demeaning.

He watches as the blonde brawler’s hair surges to life, the golden locks glowing with the power of her Aura. The temperature around them rises, causing Mercury to wipe the sweat beading on his forehead away.

Yang bends down, points her Ember Cecilia towards the ground, and rockets herself towards him, arm raised over her head, ready to smash him into the ground like a cockroach.

Mercury knows he can’t escape, even with a boost from his prosthetics. This blondie has been known to level buildings with just a punch—the shockwave would get him anyway.

He winces, closing his eyes and praying.

Lo and behold, maybe there is a god. A high-pressurised deluge of water hits Yang’s stomach, sending her gurgling across the alleyway. She hits one building, then another, then falls to the ground.

Team RWB looks on, flabbergasted, while Yang regains her composure.

A six foot tall, crustacean-reminiscent humanoid steps protectively in front of Mercury. Behind him, a Spanish young man with a massive blade slung over his shoulder, seeming to appear from his arm.

Just as Ruby thought things couldn’t get any worse, behind them is a fucking dragon. About nine whole feet, excluding its tail, of nothing but pure, rippling reptilian muscle, and a massive wingspan blotting the remaining sunlight from the alleyway.

“Do you know what you guys are doing?!” Ruby yells. “We’re Huntsmen!”

“Oh, we know that,” the dragon growls. “That’s why we’re here.”

Flames crackle on the edges of the drake’s mouth. The Spanish boy brandishes his massive blade, grabbing the handle by his arm. The top of the blade disconnects into two sections and begins to spin, like a buzzsaw.

“The name’s Rex,” he introduces himself as the crustacean fiddles with the badge on his chest. “Now, thrill me.”

Rex swings his blade haphazardly, arms flailing about wildly as the buzzsaw cleaves through fire escape ladders and a few trash cans. Blake drops a shadow clone, ducking out of the way as Rex’s buzzsaw cuts through the clone like a hot knife through butter. Pieces of it go splattering everywhere.

Yang catches Rex’s blade as he swings it again, while Ruby grabs Weiss and moves her out of harm’s way with her Semblance.

Yang groans as Rex drives his blade down lower, her hands pressing onto the fuller. The buzzsaw section grazes her shoulder, causing her Aura cover to screech in protest. She can feel it begin to shatter.

Blake drives her Gambol Shroud into the ground, kicking off the walls and sending her foot into Rex’s face. It sends him stumbling a few feet as the blade seems to re-absorb itself into his body.

“Hey, Mercury, right? Help a guy out, will ya?” Rex calls out.

Mercury nods, dashing over to Rex’s position and sucker-punching Yang in the ribs. “I got you, robot man.”

Ruby’s Crescent Rose unfolds, revealing its massive blade, which she brings down onto the dragon-crab duo. With a beat of its wings, the dragon leaps away effortlessly, but the scythe connects with the crustacean. Ruby feels the blade embed itself into its armor, then suddenly, a green flash.

She stumbles backward, readjusting her grip on the Crescent Rose. Blinking, she spins the scythe around her hand. Mental note: crab man can use light…wait.

The crustacean is gone. In its place, a muscular, plantlike humanoid. Its neck and head are reminiscent of a blooming flower. The cut Ruby left on its shoulder simply sews itself back together with plant fibres.

“Tch.” Weiss notices the dragon approach once more and their new adversary. She pulls the Myrtlenaster out from its sheath, pointing it at the drake.

A white glyph appears from where she’s pointing it.

The dragon laughs. “Is that seriously the best you can do—”

The Arma Gigas’ massive fist appears from the glyph, decking the dragon across the face, sending it reeling backwards.

Ruby re-folds her Crescent Rose into its sniper rifle form, unloading a round of fire dust bullets into the plant creature. The flames crackle around its body, but are quickly extinguished with a puff of gas.

“Y’know, sometimes I really appreciate adaptations and evolution,” the creature jokes. “I’d be Swamp-fired if it wasn’t for that.”

Ruby’s features crinkle. Oh lord, it makes puns.

Team RWBY quickly regroups, standing with their backs to each other. It’s pretty clear to see how much coordination and trust in each other that they have.

“So, what’s the dealio, o great leader?” Blake sizes up the dragon, eyes tracing its massive form. It seems to still walk like a normal human.

“Uh, whoop ass, no duh.” Ruby dons a shit-eating grin. “Let’s show these guys what the greatest Huntresses in the world can do.”

(koff koff…lost motivation to keep going. I’ll probably continue it another time, or when the au eventually becomes more fleshed out cause I’m a procrastinator.)

{P.S. unnamed crab-plant creature is Ben, Water Hazard and Swampfire specifically, and unnamed big dragon is Jake. Jake Long.}

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

[majestativa]

The trail of the butterfly is as transient as our childhood memories. The earthquake of senses may hinder that growth if fear paralyzes the mind. The mind nests safely in the realm of beauty, and beauty is an awful mirage, and mirages are unholy, and unholy is a life devoid of passion and the blue of noons, and noon is the cross of time, and time is the blade we use to cut our stitched mouths, and mouths are venerable like dust, like air, like water, and water is poetry, so your thirst deepens… and hunger is magnified, and everything matters, and nothing does. The mania of the soul thunders, and the damage is done. The damage is irrevocable. On y fonce. You’ll spend the rest of your life yearning to yearn with progressing intensity for the unattainable, for the wholesome only found in the realm of God. That unity. That oneness. That immaculate art that beats and elevates all hearts. And yet vice never misses an opportunity to remind you of its feverish existence. A volcano yearning to erupt. You sympathize with its yearning. For you are a ‘yearner’ yourself. Subconsciously activated. Occultly dissipated. Repeated, oh repeated, ad nauseam. Insisting, glued everywhere, a pulsating wound, vibrant with life, leading to the symbiotic dance with existence. Your ego is a connoisseur of torture. Its skeletal hand travelling your spine. “Can’t I tear that wound asunder, and take a bit of my rotten flesh with it?” The entities’ petty glare answers no. The scornful mouths mouth unintelligible prophecies. You’ve ceased to believe in them since so so so long. The mouths disapprove of your choice of breaking free. You must swallow what you’re served. You are their guest of honor. Sit straight. You’re not allowed to have bewitching eyes, or else they’ll be gouged. ‘You are born to struggle’, say theirs, ‘never deal with internal muses, they’ll drive you mad. Don’t question your acts. Get yourself a dragon wearing a human uniform; let it destroy you. Ponder not. Fornicate with bodies instead of ideas. Indulge idiotically and frantically in the senses of the flesh without reasoning. Trust them blindly. Let that train crash. Resist not. Seek not the symbolism of Pierrot and Colombine. Do not enter the realm of the occult. The occult does not exist. Do not draw the link between sigils, digitals and Tahitian Voodoo symbols. Don’t write about the overflowing  boredom and endless luxuries. Jump from a pair of arms to another, it’ll only deepen your inferno. Your in-ferran. We made it real. We made you real. You’ll carve their names on your body to forget them, and you will forget them, but you will not forget the pain. For only divine arms can help you remember to forget properly, and these are prematurely killed. Innocence belongs elsewhere.’ “I am a poem in detritus. My ashes are my memorabilia. I am a memento.”

Perhaps that’s the apotheosis of existence, the ex-existence. The x-istence, and existence is tense. First, discovering the power of breathing, enjoying the freshness of the concept for a while, then craving company to celebrate the discovery and breathe doubly, deeper, until you realize you’re inhaling cyanide. If that’s not the paroxysm of self-deception, I don’t know what else would be. That desire to erase one’s imperfect footsteps. One’s charade. And losing control all the way. Not controlling one’s death. Little freaks orbiting around the unstable, desiring to pin it and preserve it for display. A butterfly pinning an illusive one.

X-istence | 08/09.06.23

[ro-botany]

Since you specifically asked me to come to your box, even you probably will block me.

I'm well aware of Chrom's dad, Walhart and finally Chrom attacking Plegia specifically because of the Grimleal. There probably have been more attacks on them given how negatively Frederick describes Grima worship as a whole in the beginning of the game.

Worshipping Grima is so counterintuitive to their survival, yet so many people continue to do so. We see Grima priests in chapter 8 offer their own life force to Grima and in chapter 22nd, its claimed the Grimleal have offered themselves as Grima's nourishment for "ages".

Conversely the only time we ever see Grima do anything to repay them for the devotion that any god would do anything for, is Grima reviving Validar at the end of chapter 6, but that still doesn't match up with FEH Grima saying "my worshippers don't love me enough, uwu"!

If anyone should be complaining it should be the Grimleal and Plegia, they do everything for Grima including withstanding multiple genocide attempts and ending their own lives for Grima, but at most get treated as "pawns that are more useful than other pawns" by their own god.

I'm gonna keep it real with you anon. I was being a bit of an ass on that other post on purpose because I thought you were a troll. To be honest, I'm still not fully convinced you aren't a troll. But you know what? You actually came into my inbox to discuss this, and I admire the tenacity, so let's talk.

In the interest of keeping things civil, I'm going to ask my fellow grima enjoyers not to comment for now, and will be turning off reblogs and deleting all replies to enforce that on this post.

Also: miss me with that "oh woe is me, you're probably just gonna BLOCK me" shit, anon. Guilt tripping gets you nowhere and I can block anyone for any reason I want. If this conversation continues beyond this ask, we're both stopping the petty shit.

Enough pre-amble! There are a few things I have to talk about here, and fair warning, this is going to be a long post. Get a snack and a beverage and settle in.

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Grima's Characterization

I will be completely honest with you anon; I have literally no clue where you're getting this "my worshippers don't love me enough, uwu" impression from. I genuinely went and read and re-read all of the dialogue for all the different Grima alts, and there was… nothing that I could get that read from.

The closest I found was M!Grima's 5* level 40 conversation, which for convenience, here the relevant parts:

[Humans] have no qualms asking for divine assistance when it meets their fickle needs... But how quick they are to shun their benefactors once they get what they desire. They become arrogant and make the same mistakes repeatedly, incapable of learning the folly of their ways. They claim their actions are for the good of others, but that's merely a show of self-indulgence. Humans are selfish. And the ugliness of mankind has turned me repulsive. It's the world that wants me to be evil. And yet you claim to need me here? Enough of your lies, worm.

But at no point does this read like… whining that he was entitled to more love. Here, I'll go line by line and rewrite it to show the meaning I'm gleaning from it:

Humans are fickle and ungrateful. Even with their gods they play the fairweather friend; asking for blessings and boons when they're desperate, then turning around and abandoning those same gods the second they get what they wanted. They're prideful and incapable of learning from their mistakes! And even when they claim to be doing something for others' benefit, there is always something that they want out of the deal. Humans are selfish, disloyal, cruel, and I have had enough. If you self-righteous fools want to make a monster out of me so badly then I'll show you a monster. Don't you pretend you think of me otherwise.

The whole screed reads to me like he's been betrayed by enough people to get really, really fuckin jaded. And while Heroes dialogue CAN be dodgy, in this case there's a lot of precedent for that!

Despite my being a jackass the "readings" that I "assigned" on the other post were all chosen for a reason. The first 3 have to deal with Grima's characterization and history. Much of Grima's life has consisted of being forced into a role based on the assumptions of the people around him. Forneus, his own progenitor, decided he was a monster when he was an infant and tried to kill him. Humans locked him in the labyrinth for centuries after that; then Alm and Celica came in and killed him on sight. Then the script flipped! He was instead placed on a pedestal, made into a god. But that position is just as alienating and liable to make people turn on you as being a monster is, and evidently, he ended up feeling very, very used.

I am genuinely curious anon; what part of that dialogue reads as whining to you? I legitimately cannot see where you're getting that read from this text. I guess from a certain perspective it can be characterized as people "not loving him enough", but it feels more accurate to say that he feels people hurt him (and themselves!) too much. The distinction is important.

A particularly crucial example: Validar, in the timeline the Grima in Awakening hails from, forces Robin/Grima to kill their best friend. To him, Grima is a weapon, and he refuses to let him behave otherwise. Validar quite literally mind-controls his own god into murdering someone that god cares about because of his personal opinions on the kind of person that god should be and the specific things he wants from that god. If that's how Grima's own followers treat him, little wonder that he's bitter!

Also I encourage you to read the bad ending of the Future Past DLC specifically, from the perspective that Robin IS Grima, the two are not separate. I think you will find it illuminating wrt their thoughts on themselves and the apocalypse they are bringing about.

To be clear: I'm not saying that Grima isn't a monumental asshole. I'm also not saying that he was right. He is in fact aiming for omnicide and that's not ok. But his motivations are not as shallow as you are implying; I think you're mischaracterizing him. He's an interesting Frankenstein's Monster type villain when you really look at him.

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Why Worship A God That Wants To End The World?

You've expressed confusion about this multiple times. And I mean.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but… that's something that is happening right now in real life, in a huge sect of one of the real world's largest religions.

Have you ever heard of the Rapture, anon?

It's a belief held by some sects of Christianity, in particular American evangelicalism, and while the specific chain of events varies, the general idea is that that some day soon the world will end. The second coming of Christ will happen, all the followers of Christ will be pulled up to heaven (i.e. die and go to the good afterlife), and by one way or another everyone else on earth will be cast into hell. Sounds familiar, don't it?

My dear anon, that is a whole ass real life religion that is waiting for the second coming of their god (!!!) and a total apocalypse (!!!) to fix everything. Millions of people are part of this religion.

(DISCLAIMER: No, I am not saying that all Christians are evil. No, I am not implying a 1-1 parallel between evangelicalism and the grimleal. Do not put words in my mouth. Other people who are smarter than me have written much longer posts about this topic; go read them.)

I bring this up because it's easy to just look at a giant evil death dragon and think that's fucking nuts, and completely miss that, dragons aside, these beliefs are not that far-fetched. Human sacrifice has been a thing in plenty of religions. We have a major world religion that believes there will be an apocalypse soon and looks forward to it. Real people have been fighting and dying over religion for thousands of years.

And I claim no theological expertise, and I will make no assumptions on how these religious beliefs and practices come about, but if you are brought up with something… then chances are that's normal to you.

To come back to my required readings; there were good reasons I mentioned Chapter 8's village conversations, Chapter 10's battle dialogue, and Paralogue 20's opening dialogue. Treating Plegia as a monolith who are all extremists is just blatantly not canon. The grimleal is a single sect, and one that most other plegians think very poorly of. Common plegians are constantly terrified the grimleal will kidnap their people. Characters like Mustafa and his soldiers are more than capable of seeing reason and being honourable, despite being on opposite sides of a war.

I fully believe there are other sects of Grima worship that are not as extreme as the grimleal, just like real world religions have different sects. Maybe to some people he's an afterlife guardian along the lines of Anubis or something. Grima had 1000-odd years living out there among humans to get so jaded about them, and you can't tell me he was hellbent on killing everyone the entire time. He had to have worked his way up to that.

I understand the grimleal about as much as I understand real world extremists, which is to say, I don't understand them at all. That shit seems crazy to me. But what I do understand is that it's really not unrealistic at all that there would be extremists like them.

You wanna hear something crazy? Chrom's dad and the people who helped him start that war are effectively Naga's grimleal. The grimleal by no means have a monopoly on extremism in the world of Awakening. Chew on that one for a bit.

[ofstarsandskies]

Victor Genshin AU -- The Catalyst’s Mark

This indulgent thing was thanks to an idea I shared with @lunaetis Context: Dehya met Victor looong ago while he was still Ludger, but when Dehya tries to find “Ludger” again, and eventually finds Victor. Which he’s not pleased with.

“So in the end, you finally found me.” Victor repeated with none of Dehya’s relief. “What did you want me to do? Welcome you home? Say I missed you? You’ll get no such kindness from me.”

How this woman tracked him down in his tiny isolated part of the world, Victor didn’t much care to prod. If she pinned down the location of his house, however, her life was forfeit; Victor wouldn’t let some wistful wanderer trample on the happiness he created with this fleeting life. Especially not one who wore proof of those he hated most.  

“Because as touching as this reunion may seem to you, I cannot say the same. Not while you insist on proudly wearing that.” Victor’s eye never left the hideous trinket hanging from Dehya’s hip: her Vision. 

Anyone who possessed a Vision was only a half-step up from the oh so merciful gods up in Celestia; to those ‘blessed’, their masters were benevolently watching over them and encouraging them to ‘follow their own path’. But in truth, they were donkeys chasing the carrot on a stick their masters chose. Just looking at someone proudly wearing their Vision disgusted him. 

“Whatever honor you think Murata has granted you? The minute you think for yourself, it won’t last. Those magnificent bastards sitting comfortably in Celestia won’t hesitate to turn on you, just as they did my brother and I.” As Victor kept ranting, his hand settled onto the side of his face. “How do I know this? Both our bodies bear the ugly truth. And unlike Julius, I don’t bother denying its existence.” 

Spiking his mask down to his feet, Victor finally looked Dehya in the eyes.

“THIS is what happens when your wants go against the gods’ wishes. They’ll happily eliminate every trace that is you and mold a perfect replacement so the masses never know the gods’ vessels aren’t always content with their predestined lives.” 

Perhaps his doppelganger would someday reach the same conclusion... if Julius ever decided to ditch his perfect lie and tell his brother an ounce of the truth. The lengths his brother went to protect him from the cruel realties surrounding their world overstepped any healthy boundaries. 

But Julius’ life was his own decision; Victor wouldn’t interfere as long as Julius kept his promise. Despite how much his heart wanted to take his brother away from his knockoff self.

“If you want a life that’s truly your own, discard your Vision and leave this fake paradise behind. Whatever horrors lay beyond the Dark Sea cannot be worse than living under the thumb of petty rulers who demand history goes their way.”

[creppersfunpalooza]

☄️ Comet - Who is your most self destructive character? Why are they like that?

🌑 New moon - Who is your most mysterious character? Are they different from what people assume?

☄️ : I had to think about this actually. My initial thought was Koi. I mean, just look at him. He keeps digging himself a deeper hole by indulging in unhealthy habits and has no respect for himself anymore. Yeah, it gets better over time, but he’s a little pathetic at first.

and then I realized that it’s not Koi. It’s never been Koi.

ITS THIS GUY RIGHT HERE!!

quick cw shoehorned in here: quick and brief mentions of addiction, implications of domestic abuse, self destructive tendencies, and that should be it but just be careful going into it yeah OH WAIT SHIT I FORGOT THE BODY HORROR

yes, i know he looks similar to TBR, yes, that is intentional (they’re brothers). This right here is Whitey. Both Whitey and TBR were highly intelligent, with Whitey’s intellect and magical brilliance being apparent from a very young age. He, however, is also a very insecure person. He could even be considered a pushover. He wants to blend in to a crowd. He has aspirations but unlike TBR, he sees them as unrealistic and settles for second best. He becomes a lawyer because he thinks it would keep his mind working, but falls into a spiral of uncertainty and incompleteness. This leads him down a path of unhealthy habits and coping mechanisms (gambling addiction and drinking problems), until it eventually fucks him over so bad that he gets himself into a situation he can’t get out of. Like big time. It’s a little hard to explain since I’m still making rewrites, but he gets into a pretty terrible relationship and gets trapped in it (i promise this isn’t as common of a theme as it seems to be in my stories between him and rosé loll). He loses his will entirely and is slowly driven further to the brink of what he can handle. It gets to a point where he’s trying to think of any possible way to make do with the lifestyle he’s been forced into, going as far as to consider something pretty damn close to lobotomizing himself. And in the end? What does it all come to? He’s killed by one of the few people he felt like he could still trust. At his tipping point where he’s about ready to give up, when his option is to either fight or die, he makes his choice.

and yeah uhm the god of death isn’t too happy about that and pretty much just keeps him in purgatory because she felt a bit petty (she made a bet on his life). it’s a lot to explain and i can do a deeper explanation on it but not right now because i’m not feeling too motivated to talk abt him. still thinking a lot abt some of my other guys.

🌑: Most mysterious? hmmmmmm. It’d either go to Bliss or one of the creations of death. Bliss is from another time and plane. She’s very arrogant and thinks of her (and her vessel) as more important than the people around her due to her once royal status. She is very uncooperative and apathetic towards anyone other than Kate. She has a bit of a god complex herself. While people don’t exactly misjudge her, they don’t realize the full extent of her. She’s seen the world change and warp for at least a century, she’s learned it’s dirty and flawed. Nobody here is perfect, and that’s not what she’s used to. It’s not her standard.

The creations of death (unofficially titled as martha, that one fucking tree, the significantly cooler tree that’s not really a tree and probably won’t be a tree in the revamp, and the only one who can fucking move) have been in the wonderrealm since close to its beginning. They are it’s original inhabitants. Martha is a hivemind, expanding off of collecting the souls of the lost. It grants them with a home and community. They still have their free will and thoughts inside of the mind, but work as a singular entity outside. They’re unified by Martha. Martha also provides those in close proximity to it with wealth and joy, creating a lure for newcomers. Martha itself cannot think the same way the people who are part of it think. Martha is abstract and conceptual. It cannot be comprehended. “Martha” is just a nickname given from the people inside of the mind, but Martha seems to like it. That One Fucking Tree is a much more malicious entity. It feeds off of the cruelty of others in exchange for youth and beauty. Like Martha, it wishes to grow influence. It requires patrons. The patron, fueled by vanity, will deliver it regular sacrifices in order to keep their youth. The sacrifices in question will be fused into its biomass, oftentimes unwillingly, but subdued by its presence. i hate this tree. i hate it a lot. i might scrap it because i do not like this tree. but it is technically important to the world building. also it sounds very similar to a character i cannot and will not discuss here from a separate thing (theorists do not see this this is not for your eyes). Then you have the cooler tree. This tree which is likely not going to be a tree is a little entity who lives in the catacombs of the old diamond palace. it’s a living creature that provides safety and sanctuary to those who read to it. that’s it. it’s very harmless and just wants more knowledge. maybe the tree wants to take over the world, but for now it is but a sapling. Finally, we have the only one with legs. Lady Luck. She has a significantly different form, with it being more mobile and humanoid, but still distinctly different than a normal person. She’s revered as a goddess by many in the Wonderrealm. She could never be in the same place for very long, but it’s said that any who gave her a golden coin or a marble or something shiny would be gifted eternal luck. While it’s not apparent whether or not these stories were true, her existence is undeniable… Or was. Nobody’s seen her for years. again i’ll probably get around to doing a deep dive on more of these characters but for now i’m feeding you bits and pieces.

so dig in :3

[giftofgaypoetry]

My main criticism is that indirect characterisation is completely absent from the show. The only way that the audience can learn about characters is "character says thing about themselves" or "character says thing about other character". Instead of watching character behave and inferring/drawing a conclusion about the character ("oh she is really uncomfortable around her father and he isnt present in her life. Hmmm daddy issues"), the show holds up cue cards to tell us what the character is ("she has daddy issues" "this is the 3 min mark of episode 1...")

I have 2 theories for why this is the case

one, vivziepop isnt a good character writer. Thats a solid one. Vivziepop doesn’t know how to make characters with arcs and complexity and growth for a TV show, theyre just her self indulgent ocs. She hasn’t studied writing, she doesn’t care for it, and just wants her little fun oc time. Thats fine ig whatever?? I actually dont mind people with their self indulgent skrunkle blorbeauxs and having fun with it, everyone has the right to write/draw trash (/aff)

Two, that vivziepop believes that there is a “right way” and a “wrong way” to interpret characters. That vivziepop literally hasnt grown up from petty fandom drama, "he wouldnt fucking say that", and "critical thinking" discourse on 2010s tumblr and twitter and basically cant handle the idea that someone might have different opinions from her about her characters. to think about a character in any way different to her is wrong and mean, so she’ll tell u directly what they are which is BORING and CHILDISH for an audience for an adult tv show. If a creator is so scared of audiences drawing conclusions about their characters that they might disagree with, the creator isn't ready to let their work out into the world to be critiqued. People are going to have different headcanons and ideas about ur blorbeauxs than u and ur goin to have to get over it.

*edit because i missed a point i wanted to make

Im not a practising Catholic/Christian or dedicated to the faith and worship of God, but Vivzie's disregard of Christian canon is absolutely egregious and really rubs me the wrong way. She's not making any significant social commentary on Christian theology, she's not analysing the nature of good vs evil that Christian culture teaches, she's not interrogating punishment vs rehabilitation, and she's not using Christianity to challenge it's beliefs. It's just edgy backdrop for her Blorbeaux Skrunkle Meow Meow Fanfiction and it makes her total twisting and reinterpreting of its faith come across as callous and ignorant.

Wait back up you're a hazbin hater? I dont care if people like or dislike it but I honestly am surprised LOL I assumed that due to the animation and hand drawn stuff you would like it!

I am a hazbin hotater yes…. I dislike Viv I think the story is shoddy and I feel bad for the people working on that show. Hotel Purgatorium is my “spite turned fuck it I’ll do it myself my ocs now oh wait this is fun” project

[evanox]

SAGE AND RIME???? 😭😭😭😭😭

>oh my God i am SO glad you asked get ready for my 10k essay (which isn’t what you asked for probably but hear me out. HEAR ME OUT!!) i have been waiting for a chance to do this i've been preaching about this to the server for AGES

>this is also for the anon who did ask JDJDJS maybe I'll answer your ask with Sage's pov 😳😳 when I get the motivation

rime mentions in sage's route that he's always hated him, even back in their starsworn days, but he never mentions why. so let's start with pre death rime: a child of nobility, captain of the starsworn, and role model to all. he's their leader and their healer, and he worked so hard to get here, to get his relic, and he will make sure you know that. he probably prided himself upon being the perfect golden child, but God do you think how stressful that must have been? ch12 rime says something along the lines of how only after death he could truly be himself. how sad is that? he feels that only after he lost everyone and everything that mattered to him, he can be the truest version of himself.

and quite frankly, i doubt that that is indeed who he truly is, but everyone used to look up to him and he probably felt pressured to quell every negative emotion or inappropriate desire. he never had a chance to acknowledge these emotions as something normal because he’s supposed to be a good person. isn’t that what we all desire? to be good people, or at least be seen as such? how ever could he let anyone see him as otherwise? he is Rime Varela Solano goddammit; he couldn’t afford to lose his image and everything he worked so hard for in the name of self-indulgence. if not for himself, then at least for the people who counted on him to be the best of the starsworn. (and it's all coming back to bite him in the ass now)

then comes sage; self-indulgence personified: messy, sloppy, loud, promiscuous, vulgar, with unclear loyalties. he doesn't belong to the starsworn; he didn't even work hard for it, not like rime did. and rime sees them, when gramme keeps pulling sage aside to talk about heavens know what. he could never find out what it was they talked about; sage's ears always perked up whenever rime got too close, and the pair would slip deeper into the shadows.

he wonders what this embarrassing excuse of a man did to deserve his place here, on gramme's side where rime should be; to deserve an ancient holy relic, of all things

he hates him for it; and he envies him too. how nice it must be, to be so unapologetically yourself without a worry what others think of you. he can't let sage know he feels that way, or anyone for that matter, but he can't help being more snappy with sage, more unforgiving in their spar sessions, and his magic burns hotter when healing sage than it does with anyone else.

you can’t keep bottling these feelings for so long, however, especially when you have to see this man on a daily basis. you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Porrima's Harlot and Repressed Choir Boy couldn't have gotten into a spar that lead to something that shouldn’t have happened on the training grounds. what started as a petty criticism of sage’s technique slowly evolved into a criticism of everything that is sage. and before he knew it, rime's heart was spilling all over the place with every jab of his spear: jealousy and bitterness and every emotion that made him feel filthy, all made bare for the man he hated the most to see. and then one of them is pinned to the ground, and one thing leads to another and well...

if rime taught felix everything that he knows, then sage was the one who taught rime.

(our current rime drips confidence and charisma that I find myself enjoying the idea of a once prudish, rather awkward rime who's very frustrated as he tries to find his footing when it comes to the Deed. doesn't help that he's learning from the biggest tease in porrima,, but also it makes so much sense)

and rime doesn't love sage, but he gets to be a version of himself that he doesn't get to be with anyone else: angry, bitter, aggressive, bratty, messy, rude, selfish. these adjectives are nowhere near the worst that sage has seen of the people of porrima—and he's well acquainted with its darkest alleys and the scum that lurk within—so he never judges rime for any of it. he'd tease rime for sure, but he knows when to keep his lips sealed around other people. that's one thing rime is grateful for.

in conclusion: they give me resentful fwb who understand each other on a level they never anticipated. one night they drunkenly signed a marriage certificate, divorced like maybe a year later (impressive). now they're exes who hate each other, which is what others would've believed too if the pair's arguments didn't constantly create uncomfortable sexual tension. it's 6am rn thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[fairyoftbz]

comfort | l. sangyeon

☁ pairing: bf!sangyeon x fem!reader ☁ wc: 1.3k ☁ synopsis: you come home from work furious, and sangyeon does his best to calm you down. ☁ genre: fluff, comfort, domestic ☁ tw: swear words, y/n is angry at the world ☁ a/n: this is a self-indulgent fic because my boss fucking annoys me at work and I cba of her petty ass 🙄 oh to get comforted by sangyeon honestly... ☁ requested: no!

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“I’m fucking tired of all this shit!” you cursed as you slammed the front door shut, sending your purse and jacket flying out of pure frustration.

Locking the door in an angry movement, you got even hotter under the collar when your heels didn’t want to leave your feet, your uneven balance making you stumble on air and almost fall on the floor. Once you were finally rid of your shoes, you felt like walking on clouds, but this was not enough to reduce your wrath.

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy there, love,” Sangyeon, your boyfriend emerged from the kitchen in the corridor, blinking in confusion at your unusual angry attitude.

Your eyes were close to glowing red, steam practically going out of your ears, which was not a good sign at all. You rarely got angry, so it must have been something pretty upsetting and important to send you in a fit of rage like this one. The sight of your boyfriend made you sharply inhale as if you wanted to control yourself in front of him, trying your best to channel your anger.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Sangyeon risked asking the question, getting ready for you to yell out all your frustration at him, but he was wrong. You remained silent, chewing over your anger with a deep frown on your face, eyebrows almost touching. In all honesty, he would have preferred you screaming at the world rather than becoming as mute as a grave.

“This-” you wanted to curse out your colleague, the main reason for your anger, but remained civil, feeling like swear words weren’t even enough to get all the anger you had for her out of your body. “This fucking colleague of mine “accidentally” deleted the Excel folder I spent hours working on for our trimestral project next week. I had lunch after yelling at her and went to my boss's office after my break, only to have him blaming me for what she did!” you yelled out in a hoarse voice the rest of your sentence, emphasising the pronouns as your hands started shaking, the tears flooding your eyes immediately after a choked sob slipped past your pursed lips.

“And then,” your voice was unsteady, looking at your boyfriend through your blurry eyes, pointing the door as if your colleague was here, “when I get out of work to come home, I see those two good-for-nothing idiots flirting and swooning over the other like the fucking disgusting couple they are.”

Sangyeon breathed in deeply, brows slightly furrowed, dismayed at the situation you got unfairly put in. He placed the piece of cloth he used to dry the dishes with on his shoulder and gently approached you as if he was scared of getting rejected. Your shoulders subsided when he rested his palm on the side of your neck, his thumb gently caressing the edge of your jaw back and forth.

“Sangyeon, I’m so tired of this, I don’t know what to do,” you desperately struggled to mumble, this situation affecting you way more than you wanted, but it was hard not to. Your boyfriend rested his other hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you to him. Subconsciously, you wrapped your arms around his middle and closed your eyes, letting the tears wet his t-shirt as you tried to focus on him instead of your issue.

But it was almost impossible, this issue had you really worried. Deep down, you knew that your boss wouldn’t hesitate to fire you instead of whatever your colleague was for him, even if she was less qualified and talented than you. You should have been more careful, you should have immediately explained the problem to your boss to prevent your colleague from switching the roles and playing the victim, you should have-

“Y/N, I can hear your thoughts from here,” your boyfriend mumbled, his low voice vibrating in your chest as you were still pressed against him. Sighing heavily as an answer, you let his hand rub your back up and down, your breath uneven as you felt the anger boiling back into your veins.

Sangyeon felt you tense against him, so he pulled away and cradled your face in his hands to make you look at him. He offered you a compassionate smile, his thumbs wiping the floods of tears cascading down your cheeks. Your mouth trembled, and Sangyeon locked eyes with you, his hands travelling up your arms as he soothed you.

“Shht, darling,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead, lips lingering on your skin. Your tears redoubled at the display of affection, feeling the exhaustion instead of the anger taking over your body. He wrapped his arm around your neck, his other hand pressing against the back of your head.

“Do you want solutions or comfort?” he mumbled in your ear in a sweet voice, and you pondered his question for a few seconds, trying to collect your thoughts and shift them to something else.

He was always good at comforting you. No matter how bad or angry you felt, Sangyeon was always here to soothe you and bring you back to a calm state, that’s why you could freely let your emotions speak when he was around. Of course, he was sometimes powerless, not really knowing nor able to help, but at least he was here to listen.

“Comfort, please,” you manage to utter, and he pressed you further against his chest, his arms still embracing you tightly.

“We’ll discuss solutions when you’ll feel better and calmer, alright? Now let me make you a cup of tea,” he said, and you whined, nuzzling up to his torso as he was about to pull away. “No? You don’t want one?” he asked, and you shook your head, his arms closing back on your tired figure as he was surprised that you refused your favourite beverage.

“Don’t leave, please,” you felt Sangyeon nod and press his cheek on the side of your head, holding you tight against him.

“Alright, darling,” he seized one of your hands and rested it flat on his chest, feeling his calm heartbeat under your palm. It was something he used to do when you were stressed out, and it always managed to calm you down.

Sangyeon held you until you stopped crying, feeling your trembles come to a halt and find a normal heartbeat again. Eyes puffy and cheeks drenched in salty tears, Sangyeon tilted his head to the side and lovingly smiled at you, letting you rest your head against his collarbone out of exhaustion. Crying drained all your energy because it didn’t happen as often as it used to, but you could always count on your boyfriend to take care of you and handle the aftermath like a pro.

“Come on love, let’s get you to the sofa so I can finish preparing dinner, okay? I won’t let you go to bed with an empty stomach,” you nodded as you sat down on the edge of the couch, Sangyeon crouching down in front of you, his hands on your knees.

“What are you preparing?” you asked, your voice barely coming out of your mouth due to all your crying.

“I’m making your favourite. I figured that you had a rough day since you didn’t text me at lunch like you usually did, so I wanted to cheer you up,” he proudly smiled as he watched your eyes widen, a relieved smile drawing on your face.

“Oh my god I love you, thank you,” you mumbled, and Sangyeon softly chuckled, his hand carding through your hair as strands fell in front of your eyes. He cupped your face with his hand before gently rubbing his nose against yours, earning a smile from you.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he stood up, quickly bending back down to press your lips together in a soft kiss.

You offered him a grateful smile, and he winked, making his way back in the kitchen, leaving you appeased in the living room. With his hugs and support, you felt calm and collected for tomorrow, mentally ready to confront your colleague and boss for their mistakes. But for now, your focus was your boyfriend, and you couldn’t wait to spend a lovely evening with him and some good food.

[zodiakuroo]

Pretty Things Don’t Need To Think

Kuroo decides he's had enough of his smart, independent girlfriend. He wants her to be his good little housewife instead.

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

Contains: 18+ oh boy... dubcon, big dick kuroo, dumbifciation, misogyny, manhandling, oral sex (deepthroating), pee in vee sex, degradation, manipulation, pwp, breath play, mouth spitting, creampie, thigh riding, slapping, spit, porn watching, crybaby reader but kuroo is a meanie so :3

Word count: 4.6k

Notes: my first time writing smut n it’s mindlessly self-indulgent i just had this weirdly specific fantasy that i need to get out byeee

Kuroo loved the fact that you were smart. He loved the fact that you could debate and argue with him for hours on the most obscure topics. He love that you were always interested in his nerdy rambles and he found it adorable that you would sometimes go off on your own nerdy rambles. When he met you, he was so used to fucking brainless bimbos that he was surprised to find a girl that he both wanted to sleep with and have a conversation with. Your intellect was one of the many reasons he wanted to pursue a relationship with you beyond sex. One of the many reasons why he planned on marrying you.

Kuroo also loathed the fact that you were smart. Not loathed exactly. He just hated your stupid fucking degree. He hated the fact that it demanded so much of your time and energy that you sometimes had to put your studies before him. You wanted to be doctor, always wanted to apparently. You wanted it so bad he felt a little ashamed for how much it annoyed him.

But he didn’t understand it. You were going to be the wife of Kuroo Tetsurou, President of the Japan Volleyball Association. Is that not enough of an achievement?

 You didn’t seem to think so.

Now Kuroo’s not a misogynist by any means. If he were, he wouldn’t even let you get this stupid degree. He doesn’t want you to be some mindless Stepford Wife who only cooks and cleans and says “Yes, dear” “No, dear.” Of course he believes in equal rights and all that bullshit but he just doesn’t see any reason for you to work. Financially, there’s no need. More importantly, as his wife you would be too busy taking care of him, his home and his children for you to even thinking about having a job. He would let you get this degree purely for you to soothe your own ego, so you could feel like you’ve accomplished something.

And this is the fucking thanks he gets.

Coming home every day to see you hunched over the dining room table, 4 different textbooks open, papers scattered everywhere. He works hard every day to make a comfortable life for the two of you but asking to come home to a clean apartment and dinner on the stove is too much to ask apparently.

You don’t even register that he’s in the room until he places two large warm hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump, quickly soothed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi baby” he mutters against your scalp, gently massaging your shoulders.

“Hmm. Hi Tetsurou.” you turn your head to look at him, eyes bloodshot and bleary from staring at your computer all day.  “How was your day?”

“Same old.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “How’s it going here? Are we winning?” He glances at your notes, Intercranial mass lesions. Subarachnoid Haemorrhage. Spontaneous Intracerebral Haemorrhage. He wonders why you do this to yourself. Pretty things like you shouldn’t have to think.

You groan. “Not at all. This neuro final is gonna kick my ass.”

He chuckles, hands gently massaging your shoulders. “You say that every time and every time you ace it baby.”  Instead of asking you where his dinner is, he asks “Have you eaten today? What do you want for dinner?”

“ I’m not hungry Tetsu. You can order whatever you like.” He clenches his jaw in irritation. You can’t even be bothered to give him your full attention for 10 minutes? The man who works so hard so that you can afford to sit at home and study the whole day?

No.

He’ll get your attention one way or another.

“Angel,” he drops his voice an octave or two, leaning down so his mouth is pressed right against the shell of your ear. “How about you take a break yeah? Wanna help you relax.” He starts to kiss your neck. He hears your breath hitch. He’s got you. “You worked so hard today plus I reaaaaally miss you.”

With that he begins to leave wet kisses on your neck, feeling you melt into him. His hands move away from your shoulders, gently groping at your chest.

You suddenly go rigid. “Tetsu, not right now.” He doesn’t want you to know how pissed he is but he can’t help it, he groans in frustration. “I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly “I really need to get through these last 3 chapters.”

“Yeah right. Got it.” He storms off with a huff. He’s furious. Your little studious shtick has been nothing more than an irritation for him. But this is too far. He hasn’t come in a month, since you started prep for finals. You’ve been too busy to take care of him. You suggested porn and he laughed in your face. Why would he jerk off when you have a perfectly good pussy? Don’t be ridiculous.

“Tetsurou don’t be mad please.”

“Not mad baby. Keep studying. That’s important to you right?” He’s not convincing anyone but you don’t have the time or energy to engage.

You let out a heavy sigh before turning back to your laptop, falling back into studying like the whole interaction never happened. It made him even angrier. How you couldn’t care less about him right now.

“Just gonna watch some TV. That okay with you, love?” He says sounding sickly sweet, almost sarcastic. If you notice, you don’t make any mention of it.

“Mmhm. Just keep it down please.” You don’t even bother to fucking look at him. 

You don’t wanna pay attention to him? You want him to just jerk off? Fine then, have it your way. Kuroo throws himself down on the couch as he rips off his tie with a little more force than necessary.

This is petty.

He makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt.

This is childish.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks down just far enough to take his soft dick out of his boxers.

 This is your fault.

 You pushed him to do this.

He takes his phone and uses his internet browser to take him to the first porn site he can think of. He doesn’t really care about the kind of video so “Busty blonde slut gets destroyed” seems like a good a choice as any. He clicks on the video and sets up his phone to mirror on the TV screen. With the volume about as loud as it can go, he presses play.

The loud exaggerated moans and gagging startle you. Your head shoots up and you see your boyfriend, lidded gaze fixed on the flat screen TV in front of him. He’s panting, letting out little moans. You crane your neck to see what he’s watching and you see on the TV a bleach blonde girl with massive tits being an absolute trooper as she gets facefucked relentlessly.

“Kuroo, what the fuck?” God he hates when you call him by his last name mostly because you only do that when you’re really annoyed at him.

“Hm? What is it baby?” Now it’s his turn to not even glance in your direction. He’s too focused on the way the girl on screen’s throat is bulging as the man thrusts into her mouth. Maybe he should watch porn more often.

“What are you doing?” He can hear the irritation building in your voice. He hears the chair scrape along the hardwood floor as you stand up to get a better look at him. He knows you can see exactly what he’s doing now.

He smirks, turning to look at you for just a split second before his attention is back to being on screen. “Watching ah fuck watching TV”. He starts to stroke himself faster now, knowing you’re watching him. He’s a little embarrassed by how turned on he is. Cock already rock hard, his tip bright red and shiny from leaking so much pre-cum.

“Do you have to do… that… here? I can’t concentrate.” You clench your fists and your sides.

Oh you’re pissed. But this isn’t exactly the reaction he wants from. He’ll make it work though.

“Not my problem babe. Shit.” He takes his free hand down to play with his swollen balls and god, if he weren’t so determined to dump this load inside you he might have come right then and there.

“Kuroo!” You shout. He’s still not looking at you. How could he when the girl on the screen is getting absolutely railed. He only hears the sound of your barefeet on the hardwood floor as you storm over to the couch. He’s not sure what your plan was when you decided to come over here, but it doesn’t even matter anymore because the second you’re close enough he yanks you by your wrist and forces you into his lap.

“Tetsu!” You thrash and struggle in his hold but it’s no use. He’s bigger and stronger than you.

He wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you into a chokehold. “Oh I’m Tetsu now?” he laughs bitterly

“Let me go! Please!” You still haven’t given up getting out of this, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Shut up. I want you to watch this.” He’s forcing you to look at the screen now. “Look at that yeah? Look at how she’s taking that big cock.”

A hard palm strikes you across your cheek. “Stop squirming and watch.”

The blonde woman is bent over a coffee table while the man behind her rams his dick into her without abandon. Kuroo can’t decide if he finds her whining hot or annoying.

“Looks like it feels good huh babe?” His head is buried in the crook of your neck. “Wanna make you feel good like that.” He places a quick kiss to your temple before pulling your t-shirt over your head, your bare chest now exposed to the cool air.

“Tetsu please.”

“Please what baby?”

Please let me go.

But the way he’s hands are gripping at your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples, you can’t form any words. Only whimpers.

“Please make you feel good? That what you want baby?” He whispers as he slots his thigh between your legs.

“Yeah yeah please Tetsu.”

Kuroo has turned his focus onto your neck. Harsh sucks, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. He wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. Just a few minutes ago, you were adamant on ignoring his presence and now you’re writhing in his lap begging you to touch him.

“Really? I thought you needed to study.”

“No no no Tetsu, only need you.” Just a quickie. You’re both pent up. 10… 15 minutes tops. Then you’ll go back to studying. That’s what you tell yourself.

“That’s right baby.” He grips your hips and grinds you down on to his thigh. “I know exactly what you need.” You take your cue from him and begin riding his thigh, neurology notes long forgotten as he goes back to assaulting your neck. The combination of the sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against his thigh and visual stimulation of the explicit content on your TV makes you dizzy with pleasure.

Your movements become frantic. You’re practically humping his leg at this point. He knows you’re close which is why he wraps one arm around your torso, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby please.” You whine. Oh, you’re really crying now.

“Oh angel, you were gonna come just from that? Just from humping my thigh and watching some other bitch get eaten out? My angel must be so pent up huh?”

You can’t do anything except whimper and nod.

“Mmhm yeah my baby has been working too hard. Thinking too much. You’re too cute for that you know baby.”

You keep nodding, no idea what you’re actually agreeing to, too busy keening at the praise. You keep trying to move your hips but he just tightens his hold.

“It’s okay though baby I know how to take care of you. Your man knows how to turn off that little brain of yours.”

His hand slides into you shorts, fingers pressing on to your clit over the top of your soaked panties. The moan you let out might rival the porn star on screen, who now by the way, is riding the face of her co-star while she sucks his cock.

He slips his other hand into your panties and starts rubbing quick “Yeah that’s it. Feel good babe?” You melt into his chest. “Yes Tetsu! So good!”

Kuroo pushes his long middle finger into your dripping hole. So tight and warm, he has to bite back a moan of his own. A few slow pumps, before he lets his index finger enter you as well. He’s done going slow now, he starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb brushing over your clit every now and then.

You were so close before, it takes almost no effort on Kuroo’s part to get you there again. You throw your head back on to his shoulder, muscles tensing in anticipation of your impending release. “Tets- gonna cum, gonna cu-“ The second you feel the waves of your orgasm crash on to you, Kuroo has his hands off you entirely, reaching for the remote and turning off the explicit movie.

Ruined. He ruined your orgasm.

You open your eyes and you see Kuroo looking every bit the smug bastard and your own teary eyed reflection in the black screen. “Tetsurou… Why? Why would you-“ You can’t even get the sentence out before he delivers a harsh smack to your clit.

“You think you deserve to come?” A large hand wraps tight around your throat as he lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re stupider than I thought.”

“No Tetsu ‘m not stupid” You manage to rasp out but that just makes him squeeze even tighter.

“What was that? I thought I heard a stupid bitch say something.”

You claw at his had trying to get air into your lungs but Kuroo doesn’t budge.

“Please! Sorry! Please!” is all you can manage to get out. Just as you start to see spots, Kuroo lets go.

Airways burning, you sputter out a “thank you” but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. “You’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” He’s shoves you on to the floor unceremoniously.

While Kuroo removes his slacks and boxers, you try to compose yourself. You know what’s coming but first you need to stop coughing and stop crying. After a minute of deep breathing, you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with Kuroo’s monster cock.

And you’re not exaggerating. The thing is terrifying. Long and girthy, the biggest you’ve ever seen.  He’s unbelievably hard with bulging veins, the tip almost purple with arousal. You’re mesmerised by it. 

Perhaps the only thing scarier than his dick right now is the man attached to it. He’s staring down at you with so much condescension, small smirk playing on his lips. He wraps his hand around his thick base. “You good princess? Get to it.” He tuts.

You place one of your hands on his throbbing member as you tentatively stick out your tongue to lick at his tip where pre-cum is dribbling out. You slowly start to stroke him up and down as you swirl your tongue around the head. Kuroo is being kind, letting you go slow. If you think he’s doing this for your benefit, you’re mistaken. He wants to take his time with this. More importantly, he’s got about a month’s worth of cum stored up in his balls and he wants to make sure that every single drop goes inside your little cunt.

You take what you can fit (just less than half) into your mouth, lips stretched wide around his dick, the head is poking at the back of your throat while your hands work the rest of his shaft. You look up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him you want him to know how sorry you are.

It’s cute.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls you off of him. ”Aw baby, that’s it? I thought you were sorry.” 

A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbles down your chin. “Tetsu I am sorry. I’m so sorry!” You whimper.

“Yeah?” Kuroo whispers. His grip on your hair tightens as he tilts your head up to look at him. You stare up at your boyfriend, as he bends down to kiss you. Again, it’s surprisingly gentle but is quickly contrasted with the way he uses the other hand to grab your face, squeezing harshly to make you pucker your lips and keep your mouth open.

He smiles down at you, almost lovingly before he puckers his lips as well, letting a fat glob of spit drop from his mouth into yours.

It’s gross. It’s degrading. It’s cruel.

And that’s why you swallow it down almost immediately, without being asked. 

“Good girl” He whispers and gives you a kiss on the nose as a reward. The simple praise shoots straight to your pussy and now you’re greedy for more.

Kuroo leans back and assumes his previous position but this time flexing his elbows and putting his hands behind his head. He’s still wearing his dress shirt, unbuttoned so you can admire his delicious torso. Toned and tanned with the trail of dark hair running all the way to his groin. He looks completely relaxed with his eyes closed and for a moment you find yourself enamored by how stunning he is. How stunning your man is. You want to please him now more than ever. You want him to call you his good girl again. You steady yourself on your knees and prepare for the task at hand

You start off with a few shallow bobs on his cock. Then you take a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of him in your throat as you can. “Holy shit.”  He breathes out. His hips thrust up reflexively while you try to suppress your own reflex, trying to keep him has deep as possible for as long as possible. You’ve had lots of practice deepthroating your boyfriend’s dick but somehow it hasn’t gotten any easier.

You pull off of him but not completely, just enough to open up your airway to let much needed air into your burning lungs. You twist your hands around the exposed part of him. You look up at him and he’s giving you that fond smile again and it makes your heart swell in your chest. It’s all the motivation you need to take him back into your throat. Again you take him as far as you can but there’s still a good inch or so that you can’t take no matter how hard you try.

“Aw baby you need some help?” Kuroo coos from above you. You look up at him with big watery eyes and nod as best you can with his dick lodged in your oesophagus. He lets out a hum. “Anything for my baby.” He places one of his large hands on the back of your head and pushes you down until your nose meets his pelvis.

Your throat muscles are spasming around the impossibly large, impossibly deep intrusion but Kuroo keeps you there, seemingly reveling in your gags. Your drool dribbles from your lips, down his balls on to the black leather of the couch. You try breathing through your nose but you struggle. However, your discomfort is completely eclipsed by Kuroo’s moans and grunts. If it makes him feel good you’ll keep him in there as long as he wants. You’ll let him thrust into your mouth until he comes if he so choses.

Lucky for you, that’s not what he wants tonight.

You pulls you off his dick by once again but slowly this time. He watches the string of drool that connects your lips and drags you away until it snaps. He take his heavy shaft and slaps it against your right cheek. You let out a gasp and a smirk starts to play on his lips. Before you know it he’s smacking and dragging his cock all over your face, covering you in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. “God damn. Prettiest fuckin’ girl in the world right here on her knees for me.” He says as he leans back to admire his handiwork.  “Open” he says. You obey without hesitation and he spits in your mouth again.

You swallow eagerly. “Thank you Tetsuro.” Your throat feels raw but you smile at him, absolutely giddy, nonetheless.

“Get up here, pretty girl.” Kuroo helps you to your feet and shimmy out of your bottoms before guiding you on to his lap so you’re straddling him. Immediately two of his fingers are inside you again, your slick cunt offering no resistance whatsoever. “You know angel, I’m still not sure how sorry you actually are.” He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching out your walls. If he were a different man, he’d thrust into you right now without any prep but he sees how fucked out you already are, there’s no need to punish you any further. His fingers move at a tortuous pace, squelching as he thrusts them in and out of you.

You’re panting. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

The slow drag of his fingers grazing that spot inside you as he pulls out makes your eyes flutter shut. When you open them again, Kuroo is holding the same fingers in front of your face. Your boyfriend keeps is hazel eyes locked on yours as he sticks out his tongue to lick up the arousal soaking his digits.

“Hmm ‘course you will.” He slaps his fat cockhead on your sensitive clit making you squeal.

He drags his tip from your clit to your dripping slit over and over again getting it nice and wet.

You chant “Tetsu please” like some twisted prayer. You desperately want to make up for your earlier ruined orgasm.

“Wanna see you bounce on my cock, angel.”

You oblige him wordlessly, taking hold of his shaft and lining in him up with your entrance. You slowly lower yourself on to him wincing at the way he stretches you out. The prep was minimal and his fingers are no match for the size of his cock. You have to stop to breathe and blink away tears. You lift up your hips and lower yourself down slowly again, taking a little more of him inside you. You repeat the process a couple more times.

As much as watching your struggle to take his cock strokes his ego, Kuroo is growing bored. It’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Kuroo grips your hips and takes you by surprise as he thrusts up into you, making you take the whole thing. You let out a shrill cry as the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. A heavy smack lands on your ass. “I said bounce angel.”

“So big Tetsu fuck. So big.” You whine as he pulls you up, before he sheaths his dick fully inside you, making you shriek for a second time.

God you could be such a crybaby sometimes. You were starting to piss him off again.  He pulls out of you completely and says “Turn around.”

“Tetsu no please! Wanna see you.” You pout, your eyes welling up with tears.

Another smack. This time across your face. You reach up to touch the sore skin on your cheek, it feels hot. “Don’t talk back to me you stupid slut.”

You whimper but obey his command. You don’t want Kuroo to be angry at you.

“Now sit on it.” He spanks you another time before gripping your ass and guiding his cock into you until your ass meets his groin.

Playtime is over.

Kuroo slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees and folding your body in half. Now he’s really fucking you. His thrusts are rough, cock knocking against your cervix repeatedly as he sinks himself into your sopping cunt over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the squelching of your dripping pussy make for the lewdest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

“Tetsurou ‘m close. Please” you cry. The way his dick is rubbing against your sweet spot means you won’t last long.

“No.”

Despite his denial, he doesn’t ease up on his thrusts. You’re trying to concentrate on holding back your orgasm but honestly you can’t concentrate on anything except Kuroo pistoning his fat cock in and out of you.

“Look at you.” You see your reflection in the black TV screen. “You see that?” He gives one particularly hard thrust to emphasise his point. “Fucked stupid huh?”

“Yeah Tetsu Yeah.” It’s no mirror but you can see all that you need to. You see your boyfriend using your body like a fleshlight, thrusting up into you at a relentless pace. You see your cunt split open on his cock. You see yourself being completely and utterly owned by him.

“My girl is such a fucking whore huh? My own personal porn star.”

“Need to cum nnggh let me cum please.” You’re teetering so close to the edge and Kuroo’s filthy mouth is not helping your situation in the slightest.

“Why should I let you cum hm? You’re so good when you’re desperate. Think I should keep you like this.”

“Please Tetsu. Please. Wanna be good! Wanna be your good girl Testu! Wanna take care of you! Please.”

He likes the way that sounds.

His good girl. His wife. His. His. His.

“Cum for me angel. Cum. Right now.” He says, lips pressed against your ear.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. With the way he’s pounding his dick into your tight little pussy you have no choice but to spiral into orgasm. Your pussy spasms around his cock, pulling him deeper inside you. The hot coil in your tummy that’s been building unravels and the bliss hits you so hard you see starts. Kuroo keeps fucking up into you as you cream around him. As you come down, you go limp in his arms. That doesn’t stop him from using you though.

His grip around your thighs tightens and that’s how you know he’s getting close. “You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take this fat fucking load? Yeah? Take all of it deep in your cunt?” He growls right into your ear.

“Tetsu gimme pleasepleaseplease” You beg him as you cry from overstimulation, barely able to form the words.

“Take it. Take it. Fuck!” He growls as he shoots his load right into your tight, gooey pussy. You feel his hot cum fill up your womb and the sensation is so overwhelming it makes you go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of your mouth. He grunts, still rutting into you through his orgasm. When he’s done he pulls out of you, smiling as he watches his cum leak out of your spent hole.

Kuroo loves the fact that you’re smart. But when you’re like this? Absolutely cum drunk, eyes glazed, body covered in bruises and willing to do anything he asks you to? He fucking adores you like this.

“Go take care of dinner princess, then your man is gonna take care of you some more.” He swats you on your ass.

You giggle and let your wobbly legs carry you to the kitchen with your boyfriend’s cum running down between your thighs, thoughts of your upcoming final completely fucked out of your head.

Along with every other thought not revolving around your future husband.

Kuroo reaches for his phone to text his assistant and tell her to cancel all his meetings for tomorrow. He has to go ring shopping.

[lupically]

#FEF5F1 | DILUC RAGNVINDR.

genre | fluff

word count | 1825

warning | none

note | i finally wrote something for my top husbando :’)

it came to you as a surprise that diluc, at all, sleeps.

there has always been this fantasy version of him in your head, a fantasy that lacked the great ideals and bright adventures most fantasy novels you have read consisted of. in contrast, your fantasy of him was insulting and otherworldly at best—someone restricted to the rules, a personality as plain as a dull purple doormat, a total stick in the mud that kills joy at the mere sight of it, an emotionless robot that has no use for human necessity such as the bathing and sleeping.

does diluc even need to consume food? you have literally never seen him eat or drink anything before. has he ever taken off his gloves to pick up a hamburger—oh, archons, you just realized now that you have never seen the skin of his hands before. he always has gloves on! was it to hide something?

"oh, wow," you exclaimed lowly to yourself as you leaned forward to examine the hands of the very annoyed red-haired man before you. your long-term question was finally answered. "fascinating... so you do have hands!"

diluc spared not even a glance toward the limb you were so interestedly staring at. he kept quiet for a moment and peered down at you from his bed, one leg propped up and the other stretched out—a rather awkward position he had no time to get out of after he almost burned you alive for sneaking into his bedroom in the winery.

"what drunk wind blew your incompetent self here?" he asked, ignoring your remarks about his lack of real and human hands. whatever you meant by that? you were always spilling weird things out of your mouth, you might even be worse than venti, he reckoned. 

you glared up at him after hearing his mindless insult. you were only fifty percent sure (which was already a lot in your book!) diluc never actually meant those hurtful words, that they simply fly out of his mouth due to his weird need to make sure everyone around him knew that he leaves no room for unnecessary sentiment. 

being kind blatantly was not his thing, and he has no intention of being applauded for being a decent person. why that was, you couldn't be sure. you had your assumptions, but kaeya turned out far too different than diluc that you weren’t sure if you should put your finger on the assumption. you also didn't dare dive deeper into it because (a) you just weren’t invested enough, and (b) by then, it would be a family business you would hate to indulge yourself with.

"kaeya dared me to take a picture of your sleeping face in exchange for some wine. our good friend, the honorary knight's smaller friend also wanted it as a possible blackmail souvenir," you told him honestly.

diluc immediately murmured something you couldn't quite hear, but he looked more confused than annoyed when he glared down at the mattress of his bed. he grumbled something along the lines of how the roles were definitely reversed. you didn't press further about that.

"if that is what you came here for, your best bet is to leave the way you came," he said after a moment, pointing a cold hand toward his bedroom window. "you're not taking any pictures of me."

you snorted, holding up your kamera and tapping the lenses. “uh, i think i came pretty close to taking a picture of you sleeping, diluc.”

“i had woken up the second you walked through my bedroom door. you could never,” he said.

you hummed under your breath, eyeing him suspiciously. he was probably telling the truth. he barely struggled in surprise when he grabbed your hands in the dark; was it pure luck that he perfectly found where your kamera was on the first try or does diluc secretly has night vision? your guess was as good as the unknown. 

not to mention, he looked normal, just like someone who may be in the know of your intrusion. he appeared grumpy but that was just his normal state. you could barely get him out of a frown even if you pay him, mainly because he wouldn’t need your money, but also because he was stubbornly against smiling, it appeared. 

"you know, i was surprised at first. i didn't know you sleep at all! i always thought you kind of just shut down, or maybe you have stayed awake all your life," you said with a shrug, and when he deadpanned at you, you defensively waved your kamera around. "i'm sorry! i just–you don't strike me as a person who sleeps!"

"so dead, then?" diluc asked calmly, although there was very little calmness in his facial expressions, especially those judgemental eyes of his.

"not dead! just... not really human–" you paused and pressed your lips together, thinking back to what you said to him and realizing that he might have a point. then you turned to him. "you also eat, right?"

“are you leaving or not?” he asked, a hint of flare in his voice that if you looked closely, you may see fire emerging from his body.

being stubborn as ever, and knowing that diluc would never really hurt anybody he knew to be good people, you feigned thoughtfulness for a second. tapping your finger against your chin, you scrunched your nose and shook your head. setting the kamera lumine forcefully had to borrow you between your crossed legs, you flashed him a mischievous grin. 

“no,” you said. “i am getting that picture out of you!”

“like i said,” he said, “you will never.”

“fine! then i guess i will just have to sit here and wait for you to fall asleep on me,” you said, slapping your hand down on his soft mattress. “don’t try to force me out of here! i will make it way worse for you!”

diluc furrowed his brows, wondering if you meant what you said. when his questioning gaze couldn’t get even an ounce of budge from you, he could only sigh in frustration. if you planned to sit on his bed until he doze off, then you would definitely make it worse if he tries to dump you out of his bedroom through whatever means you could.

he may be a skilled swordsman and a vision bearer, but unfortunately, he was not immune to bullshits from the likes of you.

diluc closed his eyes to savor the tiniest bit of sleep he managed to get before he heard your extra loud footsteps creeping around his room. he was supposed to get a good night's sleep, which was something he hasn't had in a while because of all the business schedules and his side vigilante job.

he was supposed to rest tonight, and there came you.

there always comes you.

dilly-dally, unpredictable, the epitomie of 'knights of favonius... always so inefficient,' letting klee out of solitary confinement and causing a ruckus amongst the responsible adults kind of irresponsible, has paid for his wine at least a zero number of time kind of broke, and was just always here to ruin his mood at the tavern every single day. 

most of the time, diluc thought about you in a negative light, much like he did with everyone around him and the entirety of the knights of favonius. but there was a version of you in his head that painted you as somebody different—somebody respectful, somebody worth keeping around...

somebody he likes, perhaps.

after all, joy was never prevalent in his life. it used to be, but that was a past he has long forgotten the details of. even if he wanted to remember them now, he could only remember snippets that wouldn’t guarantee him a good nostalgia. he may just end up feeling worse at the end. the only constant influx of distraction he has now seemed to be either you or venti, and with the godly bard as his other option, he would much rather choose you. 

but it was not because that venti was too hard to confine in. you were just as hard to talk about problems with considering your optimism and fickle attitude. 

what diluc wanted was permanence; a train that never stops, a bottle of wine that continuously refills, dandelions that do not stop flying even after it reaches celestia. and venti was too understanding and abstract to be one. as interesting of a character he may be, venti knew when to leave people alone. or, occasionally, he just cared too little. after all the city of mondstadt didn’t lack a god because he was responsible. 

you, though. diluc could never pinpoint if you were as dense as you appeared to be, or if you did know how to read the room and simply chose to ignore it, but you never leave people alone. you never left him alone; you unknowingly pick a petty one-sided argument with him all the time, you get drunk at the tavern and somehow has never let anybody take you home but him, you barge into his bedroom in the middle of the night because of some stupid dare his brother made you do and you still refuse to leave despite being sleepy.

you give him a way out, whether he likes it or not.

arms crossed in front of his chest, he deadpanned as he watched your head drop lower and lower to the mattress. soon enough, you were snoring away on his bed with the gadget discarded by your feet. he watched you in silence, your cheek smushed against the surface and the intensity you always radiated lessening from your body. you looked normal now; not energetic, not talkative. just sleeping peacefully, the way he always made sure you were after carrying you home. 

diluc’s heart was finally softening under the knowledge that nobody was watching him anymore. the pessimistic monster that often emerges from him was still here, but in the face of you, it has painted itself pink and it has forgotten vengeance and retribution. in the face of you, it has been dragged out from the death it once laid and became forgiven. 

carefully laying your head down on the pillow, diluc draped the blanket over your shoulder to tuck you into his bed. after making sure you were fine and well, he placed the kamera on the desk in the room, somewhere visible you could find once you wake up, and he left for one of the guest rooms in the mansion. 

tonight was the first time in a while when he has forgotten about all the problems he’s had. something that wasn’t about wine, the family business, or the abyss order. it wasn’t the rest he wanted, perhaps it was hardly any rest at all, but he was glad he got to think about something else.

of course, diluc would never tell you that.

[princeanxious]

:) so. No one ordered it, but, I have an Logan Angst(w/ hurt/comfort to balance it out a little) au idea to deliver!

So you know those AU fics w/ Virgil where he hides smth unusual abt himself( Like wings, Spider limbs, Being unusually tall, ect.) Bc he’s afraid of what the others will think/do if they find out?

Take that and apply it to Logan, But he’s actually been hiding it ever since (AU)!Thomas became Obsessed with Marine Biology as a kid!(i genuinely cant remember what Thomas's real life degree was gonna be b4 he switched to YouTube but for the au's sake im going with marine biologist)

What’s he hiding, you ask? Fish scales, of course!

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Logan used to wear long sleeves all the time, and Sherlock bit with the scarf was a cover up for when he used to wear it constantly when they were younger, not that Virgil(who has spider traits in this but never thought to hide them b4 he was accepted, and by that point there was no reason to) nor any of the other dark sides with animal traits knew about it either, but his body, especially his legs and hips, were covered in shimmery sapphire blue scales, and in patches around the gills on his neck and ribs.

Why doesn't Logan wear long sleeves now? Because the scales suddenly stopped reappearing (coincidentally right around the time Thomas gave up on marine biology to do youtube) on his arms the few times they'd accidentally been pulled off some how, be it bumps/scrapes or eventually Logan getting fed up w/ the illogicalness of it all and 'removing' the rest on his arms so that he could finally wear short sleeves and not raise more questions about his health.

The scales around the gills on his neck are more tragic, as they do regrow still, to keep his gills safe. He plucks them as close to the gills as possible, before wearing masking makeup & a high collar with a tie to ensure his gills never peak out from his shirt.

It limits his normal comfortable way of breathing, but hes been doing it so long that he doesnt remember what it feels like, and thus isn't bothered by it anymore, as his gills dont open up fully anymore unless submerged under water for a long period of time.

Why is he so insistant about thomas drinking the healthy recommended amount of water? Because if Logan didn’t, he'd suffer migraines and get sick from being dehydrated in easily less than half the time it'd take for Thomas or any of the others to reach

Why doesnt he ever go swimming with the others? Because if he did, there's no gaurantee his body would let him leave the water after refusing to so much as even soak in a bathtub for years at this point

Hell, his body might even go into shock at that point.

No idea how his reveal would go, but the idea of the others spraying him with water spray bottles when he is over-dry and resultingly irritable has been brought up as an additional idea by @this-is-ske(my lovely frien who lets me info dumb abt all my aus so we can shout abt them together) and my only thought is that Logan is spiteful and petty enough to snatch a spray bottle and spray them right back.

He often needs to spray himself with water, even if he’d had a shower not two hours ago, because his scales dry out very quickly and its sensory hell in combination with even the softest of dress pants.

But the years of neglect slowly turned his shimmery sapphire blue scales into dulled greyblue, as a result from being dried out and flakey and unhealthy for so long.

He tries not to think about it too hard when he's forced to look at them.

Remus wouldn’t hesitate to toss post-reveal(and post-recovery)! Logan full out into a fucking pool, or just hop into one and drag him in with. "Dry Fishies are irritated fishies, be like me! Get wet and feel better!" *Cue Remus eye brow waggle that reflects to the rest of his tentacle arms*

No but srsly remus and janus finding iut and going "oh HELL no" bc janus knows what its like to not take care of your scales properly and Remus knows what its like to dry out.

Imagine the additional angst when Janus finds out not only about the scales but the gills on his ribs and neck too, and feels SUPREMELY guilty bc of the crook yank he did

"Its fine, its not like I could breath out of them anymore, they just bruised a bit longer" *even more concerned and upset Janus noises*

"What do you mean you cant breath out of them anymore!"

" ..One day they just wouldn't open? Sort of like the equivalent of a stuffed nose, except that they never reopened because they'd fully dried out, I think."

"I swear to god Logan I wish I could strangle you," *cue Janus wapping Logan w/ a rolled up paper, Edna Mode style, lecturing* "One day! You'll understand! Self care! Is good! For you!"

Cue them finally bullying Logan into taking care of them but no longer hiding the scales as the ones on his arms start coming back, but still greyblue, bc at this point Logan doesnt even want to deal with the immediate headache of them learning right off the bat that they Shouldnt Look Like That. He doesnt even really believe that they'll ever change back to their once brilliant blue, thinking it just a fluke with their age or something.

It takes months.

And then one day he wakes up, having been sleeping in the imagination with Remus, having indulged in underwater sleeping as a healing therapy, made better only by the fact that Remus is a rly good cuddler, and his tentacles keep them both locked together in the water, *and* one anchors them so they don't drift away in their sleep.

Remus is staring at him, his chest to be exact, where new patches of scales had been growing to meet in the middle around the gills on his ribs. He looks down and notices theres an uneven patch of brilliant blue peaking out from the sea of comparably grey scales. Then he notes that multiple patches of scales are slowly regaining their hue. It doesn't take long for the others to put two and two together about sick fish with dull scales. It confirms Logan had been sick for Years, and was only Just healing to a beginning state of equilibrium.

For some comfort w/ all this angst, when Logan does see his blue scales for the first time? He smiles, he smiles so wide at Remus. Remus probably falls in love with the way Logan's gills flare out prettily in time with Logan's smile. Logans finally convinced to take care of himself, and the first glimpse of progress has him Beaming for Days.