#just in case kek

[ifuckingloveherpees]

Forgor to post these. Maxwillowson is real, look theres even memes about it made by the other people (totally not me) who ship it. Spread the word.

[lostfanboyarts]

This is silly but I got hit with a vision and I had to follow through.

Dazai is a menace, as per usual.

[the-purp-anon]

So for 5 days straight, monday to friday, i've been waking up early for classes and going home super late bc it always ends late. So for the past for days, i've been eating little to almost no food.

Its Saturday, my first day off of the week, and my gods i am suffering from not eating much wjdjd

[silco1q]

Im crying.....

Been thinking about another one of @maria-rayro’s fic because I love it so much. Had to try to draw a scene.

[chiocchi]

If you don't mind answering, why do you ship Tom Riddle and Harry Potter? Besides the whole issue that they are enemies, and the age difference, both characters are heterosexual. It's canonical fact. If it's the dynamic you like... Have you thought about Tomione's ship? They have a lot of potential together. And in the right direction, they would be a couple that could make it in the books.

JDKLJKLFJSDLKFJA This kinda feels like people knocking on your door and trying to get you to believe in their religion. It's pretty funny.

I don't know why are you calling issues to a part of the pairing's appeal lkajdsjfs (And Hermione is Harry's age and they are on the same side too?). And not sure about that canonical fact. Harry can be read as bisexual quite easily and Voldemort|Tom... idk he seems more obsessed with power, immortality, and Harry. But even if that's the case, I don't see why it should matter. We're in fandom after all.

I don't know if I'll be able to convey why I like this ship so much. For starters, I'm really into the unique connection they share. There was a piece of Voldemort's soul inside Harry's; they had a mental link; a whole language they're the only ones to speak (for the most part); Voldemort chose him and marked him; and there's even a prophecy that linked them together. There aren't two people more connected than them. They're soulmates, and the fact that Voldemort didn't intend it and Harry hates it adds another layer of complexity.

But not only that, they're like a broken reflection of each other, which I find fascinating. In his second year, Harry was worried about the similarities between them. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles, they both considered Hogwarts their first real home. I feel like they would have really understood each other in other circumstances. They would have been friends. Because one of their key differences is that Harry found friends and adults that loved him while Tom was probably bullied and, y'know, the whole Dumbledore thing.

Not to mention that Harry would die for everyone whereas Tom would kill everyone. They're insane in their own way. I love their similarities and differences, but more than anything else, I love when they're together. The fanfics and fanarts are awesome.

And the whole thing of being enemies feels quite gay sometimes klafjdlskfja. Harry can't help but think Tom is handsome and, despite everything Voldemort did, Harry wanted to give him one last chance to show remorse. I have no doubt Harry is crazy enough to actually forgive him.

I've thought about Tomione and I've come to the conclusion that I don't like it. pinktom has a really good post about it and I agree with it. Besides, Hermione liked Ron and had something with Krum, and they're nothing like Tom. Just because she's heterosexual doesn't mean she's attracted to any man, y'know? klajdlfkdjs I don't think they would have been a couple in the books, no matter the direction. If it's the dynamic you like, have you thought about Tomarry? More believable, more intense, and a wider range of wholesomeness to fucked up in the fics. It's really interesting. Unless you don't like men being together? Hmm? Suspicious (just kidding. To each their own. So no need to go to other people's asks to try to change their minds :kek:).

Also Harry is my favorite character and he's not replaceable. I kinda don't care about any other character tbh. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[yaut-jaknowit]

How bout getting a look at Vic’tao’s and Uihoy’s first time doing the bedtime tango, given how they first I can see this being a slow build up till one of em snaps and makes the first move kek

- 🥤

Burst

Character: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Warnings: anal sex, knotting, rough, marking, biting, clawing, possessive yautjas (duh), mlm.

Word Count: 2871

Summary: After getting over their major differences, both Yautjas agree to team up for hunts. In close quarters with only each other, tensions can run high. And what's the best way to get rid of those tensions? Fucking them out of their system.

Author Note: Yasssss, they don't know what to do with each other up till this point. All they needed was a small... push. You give the best ideas, thank you so much!

P.s. Happy Thanksgiving yall. I know not every celebrates it. I personally don't. I just like getting together with my family and having delicious food. If you have a shitty family, don't worry. I can save you. Just gotta read some gay smut to make your day better!

P.s.s. Requests are closed. So sorry!

Masterlist

Ao3

Fleeting glances had both Yautjas tensing and snapping their heads away from each other. This continuously happens nearly every day now for the last month. Neither can figure out why they keep looking over at the other. They are desperate to find the source of this distraction. A distraction that cannot happen while preparing for a hunt.

Deep, sharp clicks rolled off of Uihoy’s tongue. The yellow of eyes glowing lightly in the dimmed room of the cockpit. A feeling of an insect crawling its way underneath his skin forced the male to shutter. The purple Yautja pulled his mandibles tight over his mouth and focused solely on a spot on the metal ground.

It’s just a hunt, he chanted over and over in his mind. They were solidifying plans for the moment. Any backup plans in case the hunt somehow turned for the worse. Retreating to live and fight another day.

Yet, Uihoy couldn’t get Vic’tao off of his mind. His thoughts were consumed by the yellow base and blue tinted Yautja. The way the male stood at the console, fingers gracefully typing away. His lethal, lean form stole his attention. Uihoy drew his mandibles tightly inward and gritted his jaw. The muscles that lined his neck flexing at the strain.

These two were brought up to despite the other, even challenge to the death. Except, they’ve gone against their upbringing to live amongst together on Uihoy’s ship. Uihoy could even say he enjoyed Vic’tao’s company. Even going to the fact he thought about wanting the younger male to be around more often than not.

Any opportunity to watch they male move with grace.

His purple scales shuddered. He couldn’t stop his eyes from darting away from the floor and up to Vic’tao. There was the yellow Yautja meeting his gaze all over again. Uihoy had to bite off a groan and clenched his hands into fists. Anything to stop himself from tearing about the console in front of him.

Something in the back of his mind clawed for the surface. A thought that made him turn it almost instantly down. This was enough he could do with right now. (Wanting to woo Vic’tao into mating with him)

A sigh sounded from Uihoy. Said male slipped out of his seat and marched straight out of the cockpit. He needed space, time, and fresh air before he did something he may regret later.

After the fifth time of meeting Uihoy’s bright yellow eyes, Vic’tao vowed to never look at him again. It’s not like Vic even liked Uihoy one bit. Everything he did irradiated him to the bone. It grated at his nerves watching the bulky, stout Yautja work the console like he was born with the knowledge. Muscle memory allowing Uihoy to glance over at Vic’tao’s staring self.

Each time, Vic was caught red handed. Both looking away at the same time. Not in a challenging way. All he wanted to do was admire Uihoy from a safe distance in a common area. Where he won’t be thought of as strange or rude for constantly finding his eyes on the older male. He didn’t think Uihoy would catch him every single time. The Yautja was good.

With a shake of his head, tresses swaying with the movement, Vic’tao refocused on the hologram in front of him. This was considered an average hunt for the average hunter.  At least, the prey was. But the lands weren’t something he was used to. Mountain terrain may drag his form down.

He may be lean and great at climbing towering, monstrous trees. These were a different obstacle to overcome. The face of the mountain terrain they were trekking through was like claws jutting out of the ground, tearing through the sky.

Many call it Paya’s hand. It wasn’t a place on Yautja Prime but a well known planet that those that decide to visit use it for training. The prey are well and plentiful, leaving a snack to a hungry, tired Yautja after a day full of training. Or to those looking to stock up for the next week.

Movement caught the yellow Yautjas attention. His head snapping over towards Uihoy. The male stomped his way out of the cockpit. Vic’tao furrowed his brow once the door slid shut behind Uihoy.

“What just happened?” he muttered to himself then shook his head. The mysterious ways of the homebound Yautjas will forever puzzle him. Mothership born are always much simpler.

That very next day, a pair of yellow and a pair of orange eyes found each other in the kitchen. Fresh meat stock the cooling box. Plenty to keep their bellies full for the next week. Vic’tao chirped quietly to himself, muscles freezing up. Not this again! The Yautja couldn’t believe it was happening all over again.

Vic’tao heavily ignore a burn that settled in the pit of his stomach. The logical sight of his brain shouting, demanding for Vic to take his life by the reins and actually do something!

In reality, the younger male continued to stand there. His feet felt rooted in the spot, molded into the  very metal floors they stand upon. All he was able to do was move his gaze down towards the ground at his feet. Focus on another else besides Uihoy. Don’t look at him. Vic’tao had to constantly remind himself. Uihoy distracted him. It’s all what he’s been doing every time they are near each other.

This time, Uihoy didn’t remove his eyes from avoiding Yautja. Actually, he narrowed his gaze and leaned forward on the kitchen island. Uihoy support more of his weight on his palms.

The small twitches of Vic’tao’s mandibles told Uihoy a wordless story. The younger male avoided his powerful, direct gaze. Uihoy even felt that he may have crossed into challenging territory but didn’t stop. Maybe, a small part of him wanted for Vic’tao to take up the challenge. What could possible turn out in the end one pins the other? Uihoy stood there, consumed by his thoughts for a few long seconds until he realized what had just pass through his mind.

His head jerked back, eyes wide and blinking more times than necessary. This time with Vic’tao… Being in the same ship for weeks upon a time. It as driving him insane! A mothership born and homebound can’t. It’s not logically possible. The differences in culture.

Let alone the thought process. Uihoy is used to nearly dying everyday from a predator on Yautja Prime. What did Vic’tao had to go through?

The anger he attempted to force into his system swiftly washed away. Uihoy rested back on his palms and let his head hang. What was he supposed to do in this situation? His hands curled into fists. This wasn’t the plan. Everything is jumbled mess of emotions he truly didn’t understand.

In his blood, his instinct, he wanted to tear apart the thing created all of these issues for him. It wasn’t the time for talk. There was no words in the moment to quell him. It was time for action.

“Uihoy, are you angry at the counter or something?” the youngster quipped with a short snort afterwards. The words snapped him out of his thoughts. His plan falling apart right before his eyes.

Uihoy raised his head and blinked a few times at the other male. Then, he finally found his voice. “No,” he drawled and tried to a reason from the depths of his mind. “I’m just… thinking.” If Uihoy could, he would’ve face palmed at the stupidity he just displayed.

“Huh. Well, what’s causing you to be upset?” he asked once more. Vic’tao had turned around to face Uihoy, head tilted fully to the side. The blue-gray, thin tresses falling off his shoulder. A singular brow was raised at Uihoy’s direction. “I can smell your anger from all the way over here, you know?”

Ah, there was no denying or hiding such a fact. Uihoy usually has a good control on his scent and emotions. Yet, this was new territory for him. A female… he could understand. The many children he’s sired are evident enough. With Vic’tao, Uihoy stumbled like the first time a combistick was thrust upon in his hands; told to fight for his life.

Was that what he was going? Trying to… mate with Vic’tao? Same sex isn’t seen normally. It does happen amongst Yautjas. At their base root, they must produce children for the next generation. So many don’t follow that route for a same sex mate. Some clans frown upon it, discouraging it for the next for the next generations.

Yet, all of this dancing, all of this toying, avoiding the issue has only caused more issues. The tension between them only building the longer either Yautja dismissed the feelings in their chests.

A snarl tore from the elder’s throat. Vic’s eyes jumped wide, mandibles twitching. His body reacted by preparing for a fight. Uihoy was on him in a flash, quicker than Vic’tao could comprehend. A mighty, purple hand wrapped around the taller, leaner male and held him against a wall. Vic’tao didn’t struggle. His eyes watched every twitch, every muscle that moved.

H'dui'se. Thick, heavy in the air. Both Yautjas tensed up, tongues darting out to taste each other’s scent in the air.

Nearly glowing eyes bored into the other. Uihoy could see it in Vic that he too struggled with these unknown emotions. Not unnatural… just new, unsure about how to feel. Uihoy was done fliting around.

“Strip. Now.” Deep from Uihoy’s voice came a sound that had Vic’tao’s scent doubling. It nearly made the older Yautja dizzy and lose his grip. He growled again and redoubled his firm grasp on Vic’s throat. The younger male didn’t move for a few, long seconds. Uihoy tightened his hand again. “Strip.” And he wouldn’t say it again. He would do it himself.

The seriousness in Uihoy’s eyes had the yellow Yautja undoing the knot on his pants in record time Neither looked away from each other. The clothe had been pulled off to reveal the entirety of Vic’tao’s well sculpted body. Uihoy laid a hand on Vic’tao’s chest and ran his lethal claws down to palm at his wet sheath. He toyed with it by running his thumb between the folds. Vic’tao keened and rutted his hips forward. His hands landed on Uihoy’s shoulders and gripped tightly.

“Don’t you pauk-de toy with me, home-world born,” he seethed and glared at Uihoy from underneath his brows. His hands twitched to turn the tables and pin Uihoy to the wall. Each touch on his sheath prevented him from committing to the thought. “Uihoy.”

Said male grinned wide, mandibles flared out in display and enjoyment. Able to knock the high and mighty youngster made his blood sing. “What was that?”

Sharp nails dug into Uihoy’s shoulders. Neon green blood began to drip freely from the new wounds. In a flash, Uihoy took Vic’tao down to the ground and placed a foot on the yellow Yautja’s chest. When Vic made a move to move, Uihoy added his weight. “Stay.” Vic’tao listened to the older male and watched as he stripped himself as well.

The little clothing he wore as well was discarded somewhere in the kitchen. Each male naked like the day they were born.

Uihoy lets his cock slip free from his sheath. A hand wraps around his girth and gives a few firm strokes. Underneath him, Vic’tao growled and tried to get up on an elbow. But, Uihoy bellowed a warning and verbally forced him to lay back down. Vic huffed and could only watch as the brightly colored shaft twitched against the older male’s hand.

Pleasure and need pooled at the base of Uihoy’s spine. The need to pin the other down was far too great for him to handle. With a snarl, Uihoy flips him around onto his belly and hikes his hips up. Vic’tao claws at the metal kitchen floors at the sudden change. His own cock slides out of its sheath and meets the warm air. It was already soaked and dripping onto the ground.

A thumbpad touched at his tight entrance. Vic tensed up with a yelp before getting a hold of his nerves. He didn’t care if he was on the receiving end. All he wanted was to be connected with Uihoy in some way or another. He shook his nerves off and rutted his hips back. Uihoy got the signal.

The pointed, wet tip was lined up. Uihoy didn’t waste a second on theoretics and shoved his hips forward. Pain and pleasure exploded inside of Vic. His claws tug into metal and scrapped against the floors. His eyes were screwed shut as he attempted to control his erratic breathing. Uihoy groaned at the feeling that ran up his spine.

He tugged his hips back in a fluid motion and rocked forward again. A steady, fast pace was set. All he wanted to do was take and take and take from Vic. Get all he could from the yellow Yautja. Uihoy wanted all of him. He needed all of Vic’tao as his own.

His mate.

As the thought hit him, he didn’t slow. He didn’t stutter. No, his pace increased. The fluid from his sheath aided him. Wet, obscene noises filled the open space. Every thought was consumed by the need to have this Yautja be filled with his essence. He wanted Vic’tao. He wanted his heart.

Once the pain quickly gave way to pleasure, Vic’tao reached for his aching shaft and wrapped a hand around it. “Pauk!” He toyed with the tip and pushed out more pre-cum to use it as lube. Then, Vic set the same pace as Uihoy the best he could. But the older Yautja was going wild, loosing himself in the pleasure and need.

Uihoy hunched over Vic’tao and locked his arms around the yellow Yautja’s waist. This anchored him to Vic’tao and let him keep the same pace. He was able to go harder. The stinging slaps of Uihoy’s thighs to Vic’tao’s butt and thighs only drowned the younger Yautja in more ecstasy.

“Mine. Pauk-de mine. My mate!” Uihoy declared with a roar. Vic’tao didn’t fully comprehend the purple yautja’s words and only went along with it. A heady whine left his throat as he could feel closing in fast.

Cum painted Vic’tao hand and the floor underneath him. He felt like he was bursting at the seams. The pleasure overwhelming to the point he couldn’t think or see straight. Vic’tao yelled out, hand squeezing his tip to push every drop out.

Each clench around his already sensitive cock sent the purple Yautja into overdrive. He didn’t care about the force or the speed of his thrust. He needed to knot him. All Uihoy could think about is marking the whining Yautja underneath him.

Uihoy’s eyes narrowed on the perfect place. Without another moment, Uihoy latched his fangs into Vic’tao’s exposed shoulder. Said male reared up with a cry of pain. Blood pooled around Uihoy’s teeth creating a scar that would bond the two of them. Vic’tao squirmed underneath him. Uihoy only tightened his jaw and mandibles with a thick growl.

It only took two more thrusts for the male’s knot to expand pass the stretch ring of muscles. Vic’tao sobbed into the floor. The ball of flesh pressing against a bundle of nerves inside of him. Uihoy continued to rock his hips the best he could, pouring what seed he could inside of his new mate.

Once the last of the buzzing of energy finally dispersed, Uihoy unlatched his teeth. Both of hands were on either side of Vic’tao’s head to lift most of his weight off of the limp male. Vic’tao was purring away, dazed and content. Uihoy snorted then used a hand brush away Vic’tao’s tress on his shoulder. His mate mark fresh and evident on the younger male’s shoulder. Uihoy couldn’t be prouder of himself at the sight. He could feel his cock twitch inside of Vic’tao.

He leaned down and nuzzled carefully above the wound on Vic’tao. “You did so well, mate. I’m gonna keep you. You’re mine now.” Uihoy purred his own tune to calm down Vic’tao’s wildly beating heart he could hear. One of his hands petted at Vic’tao’s side. “Stay with me, Vic. Please.” Yes, he could make all the demands he wanted but it all mattered to Vic’tao if he wanted to stay after this.

“As if I would pauk-de leave after such a dicking down,” Vic’tao mumbled underneath Uihoy. The purple Yautja couldn’t help but snort at his words.

The hand petting Vic’s side stopped at his hip. With an experimental tug, he was able to slip his knot out of Vic. Said Yautja groaned and tensed up. Cum oozes out of his stretched hole and leaked down onto his thighs then the floor. Uihoy tightened his hold Vic’tao for a moment at the beautiful, delicious sight. 

“Want another?” Uihoy toyed with him.

Vic’tao tensed underneath him for a different reason. “If you don’t get your penis back in me, I swear…” He wasn’t needing to be told twice.

[4channerguy]

Fluff Nagumo (sakamoto days) x GN reader!! It could be about anything Idc as long as it’s fluff!! Include nsfw in the end if you would like too I don’t mind 🫶

✧ nagumo as your boyfriend

◜ ⟣𓂃 hey anonn :3 sorry for the hold up i've been suffering writer's block for like months and shit & i decided it’s the best for me to do like a little headcanon thing cuz like tbh i don’t think i could write a full fic tho 🫡 also the nsfw part is lacking at best because i genuinely still do not KNOW how to WRITE for NAGUMO!!! WHY OH WHY!!!! anyway i hope it caters to you. xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : nsfw content, gender neutral reader (genitalia is not mentioned only your chest and your butt KEK) obsessive behavior mayhaps? ➜ ┊ pairings: nagumo x reader

♯┆SFW .ᐟ ★

he's such a wonderful bf *sigh*

he's also quite a teaser ngl, i think he blows on your neck a lot and when you flinch and glare at him he always has a shit-eating grin.

quite overprotective of you, even if you're literally extremely muscular and can literally bodyslam someone, he cannot BEAR the sight of you getting a small scratch on your face. or you getting into a fight

he's also a drama king

"oh hey nagumo...uhh what're you doing...?"

"applying rubbing alcohol on your face duh, who did this to you?? >:("

"what're you talking about...oh."

"oh?"

"heh...um that was me. i did that. i was...ripping a candy bag open. with my teeth. and the sharp part...cut my face." *insert mlp squee sound*

"..."

he's still going to thoroughly disinfect it and check on it everyday until it's gone. what a king!

he's very handsy, so you will find his hand SOMEWHERE on your part of your body.

you get so used to it you don't even notice.

if you ever sleep together, he always has both of his arms wrapped around you and whenever you wake up in the morning, you feel a puddle of drool in your hair. like always.

when he's sitting down next to you he always has the habit of grabbing your nearest hand and massaging your phalanges. or just intertwining and detangling your fingers with his.

also has the habit of just staring at you for no reason

it's like when you accidentally hold eye contact or stare at a person while your zoning out

except for his case he does it intentionally.

quite possessive of you, in some cases it can be unhealthy. also a bit jealous. (i might go on with this in a ramble if i could)

always offers his frumpy looking jackets and hawaiian shirts for you to wear

and you do because...who tf wouldnt lol

and when you do wear them he melts a little

trace his tattoos with your fingers!!! he finds that gesture slightly intimate

also you two have a game where every year for his birthday you pick out the dumbest tattoo design and make him get it

last year it was a badly drawn dick with two circles and a long oval lol

♯┆NSFW .ᐟ ★

i think he's personally an ass/thigh man

he's always finding a way to sneakily grope them in public settings

speaking of that he probably likes public risky sex (what a freak literally)

the thought of you and him getting off in the back of some janitor's closet or something like that with the door unlocked will get him hard ngl

he also probably has a size kink

AND this might be an unpopular opinion BUT i personally think that he would want to explore pegging

but you didn't hear that from me........................

he would think about asking you about it time to time but he won't personally act on it because it's not something he wants to experience it yet

(sorry)

dick size is kind of around 5 or 6 inches when hard probably and it's not very girthy i will not lie 🙅but it hits all the right spots i guess so yass?

he likes bondage, but wants to see you tied up most of the time :3

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 04.12.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[impybutt]

Sezak had never seen a leather jacket before. What cause would someone ever have to wear another's skin? It struck him as alarming, to say the least.

Exposure risk wasn't something he or many others ever considered: His people were designed for efficiency, just like the rest of the spacefaring races. Or, that's what he assumed. It's common knowledge, isn't it?

Genome mapping is just the norm, and entire civilisations have been curated from raw materials, Sezak's included. It's far more energy and resource efficient than terraforming, in any case. That's what it takes to reach the stars: curated efficiency.

No one ever did it just by trial-and-error, did they?

But here was Suri, a Human, wearing the skin of... what did she call it? Some other kind of mammal, he forgot the name. Something absurdly simple. Anyway, apparently this is just normal for Humans!

"But why?" Sezak asked, incredulous. "What's the point?"

"Well, these days thanks to climate control and artificial atmosphere, it's mostly a style thing. But you know, early humans back on earth, why would you just leave a perfectly good skin to rot when you could wear it for protection?"

"Protection from what!? Under what circumstance are you finding an unused skin?? Wait-- is this another religious thing? I've heard that Humans have a lot of those, and they don't always make sense from the outside."

Suri looked confused (or constipated? Human faces are deceptively complex, it takes a long time to learn how to read them), and seemed to be studying Sezak for a moment. Her eyes darted over his synthetic clothing briefly, with its cultural flairs and decorative adornments, all carrying the signature texture of replicated matter.

Then, with sudden clarity, "Oh! Humans weren't curated, mostly we're organic."

Well, that's just absurd.

Sezak muffled his involuntary 'kek-kek' with a quick apology, covering his mandibles.

"Pardon me, that means your entire lineage came from raw evolution. That takes billions of years, I find it very unlikely."

"Yeah," Suri was nonplussed. "The leather is a throwback to when our ancestors had to survive in the wild. We hunted our meat, then used what was left for tools and clothing. It's actually a pretty proud part of our history; Earth was habitable, but definitely not easy."

Now it was Sezak's turn to look constipated, which never happened because his people weren't curated with such a terrible design flaw.

"So humans just bumbled their way into space on their own, like a larva figuring out how to fly? All... clumsy and inelegant, and... Messy? Without any outside help? Without any climate-matching!? Is that why you have those absurd suits!?"

"Yeah, it's also why our bodies just malfunction in weird ways for no obvious reason," Suri looked a little too amused at Sezak's undisguised horror - not that Humans are essentially raw nebula mobilised by a star's age of convenient mutations, but that they exist in such a state of volatility with no apparent qualms about it.

"Oh great wells," Sezak breathed, reeling from his new perspective. "So many of you wear leather. Hold on, is that why Vikram is always visiting the health centre?"

Suri's eyes crinkled, and she bared her teeth -- in a laugh, okay. Sezak recognised the 'kek-kek' noise humans make in thrill, though theirs is a more glottal 'hach-hach'.

"Yes, Vikram has auto-immune issues. Which means that sometimes, his immune system will attack his own body depending on the irritant. Or weather. Or his cortisol levels."

Sezak stared at Suri for a long time, trying to figure out if she was pranking him.

"I think I have a lot of reading to do," he muttered, incredulous.

"Start with the human eye, it's an absolute mess. Do you know how little it takes to detach a human retina?"

"WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS"

[defensivelee]

May I ask what you think would happen if the Six Lives characters met their historical counterparts? Because I feel that would be so funny.

oh that's actually so interesting to think about! I think there's quite a bit of potential there with the religious angles and all that-- so first thing's first I do not think any of them would like each other. I mean, the Six Lives characters, for the most part, are descended from devils!! generally, these were all Christian men! if they're not outraged by the existence of these characters and how I twist them around in the story, then they are at least annoyed bc many of the characters are certified Sluts™️ (i say that with nothing but love and affection). also, this is a very gay story. not sure how well that would go over.

In any case, I think the imagined individual reactions of the real people would be fun, so we can go over that too ^-^. just a few characters tho or i will lose my mind. go under the cut to see my lunatic explanations ~

William would not like six lives! William, period full stop, and six lives! William wouldn't like real William either. he thinks real William is a PUSSY for not eating de Witt himself, for not killing James himself, etc etc. real William thinks six lives! William is silly and ALSO a pussy bc I purposely made him kind of damsel-in-distress coded, so yeah... all the things William does in the tenth hot spring, real William would be like 'how the FUCK do you let that happen to yourself?' probably not the biggest fan of BDSM. also, he's really gonna be fucking Bentinck and make the rumors real? really? aren't you better than that, fake William?

Mary wouldn't like six lives! Mary either, for the reason that the latter Mary is incredibly VIOLENT. she also literally killed William once, so Mary likes that even less. however, six lives! Mary really likes real Mary, mostly bc she's what six lives! Mary wishes she could be. a non violent pretty princess, later queen, married happily to William, for the small price of switching up to what is probably a way less horny religion? she'd take it! i think she'd just be obsessed with real Mary for that reason. real Mary, despite being somewhat afraid of her, still feels bad for her.

Bentinck fucking despises six lives! Bentinck, bc i intentionally made him way worse than he was historically! i don't think he was one for senseless violence, and while six lives! Bentinck is kinder than many of the other characters, it's not rlly a helpful comparison... his kill count is in the double digits. the majority of the sex he has is also 🔥GAY🔥 so that would be VERY irritating. i mean six lives! Bentinck's whole existence is kind of slander poetry. however, six lives! Bentinck likes real Bentinck enough just bc he's super niceys and very loyal to William. ironically, he likes real Bentinck more for not killing people for funsies kek

real Marly, to nobody's surprise, hates six lives! Marly, bc WHY IS HE IN LOVE WITH JAMES ? WHY IS HE LETTING THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO HIM? my interpretations of Marly start off at the fact that he is in love with James, which is why he fears him later on-- real Marly never fell in love with James, so ig there's less to worry about there. six lives! Marly ALSO has lots of sex with men, which has even less basis than it does with maybe someone like William or Bentinck. real Marly probably wants this loser dead; however, it's a bit of a Mary situation again with six lives! Marly. he WISHES that were him, being in the english army sounds a lot easier to him than dealing with James' bullshit.

and finally, six lives! James thinks real James is painfully normal, which might say a lot about himself, and real James thinks six lives! James is literally his counterpart possessed by the devil. he has like this dramatic scrooge moment except he doesn't turn better, i think it just makes him more catholic tbh. also, six lives! James would tap that. im telling you, if theres a hole, theres a goal...

[blacklightsociety]

”The Trump shooter was a liberal!” “The Trump shooter was a registered Republican!” You are all sheeple.

Wake UP, people! There was no Trump shooter!

His ear just did that, and the Deep State and the NWO shot people to cover it up.

Look, I get it. You don’t want to see the conspiracy. But look, it runs deep, ok?

JFK was the most famous case, and then there was Lincoln, and now Trump? There’s a pattern, right? It happened on the 13th, The 13th, the traitorous disciple Judas’ number, see? 1+3 is 4, number of cardinal directions, classical elements, balance.

JFK? ‘Assassinated’ on the 22nd. 2+2=4! We know this, people; kindergartners learn this! The conspiracy is as simply as 2+2=4, and there are four lights!

The Lady in Red at JFK’s ‘assassination’? Babalon, the goddess conjured up by rocket scientist Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard doing weird goonbro bate-rituals in the desert. ‘Rocket scientist’? Now, who else do we know who has a great interest in space? That’s right, it’s Trump, who signed off on the U.S. Space Force! And what exactly do we need a Space Force for, anyway? Roswell Grays, maybe? What connection does Trump have to the sinister occult forces threatening our nation? We know that he has many followers interested in the occult! During the 2016, I personally witnessed a Trump supporter declaring her intention to create a branch of Chaos Magick called ‘Kek Magick’ to assault rival candidate Hilary Clinton. Related to the Nephandic ‘keknomancy’ paradigm? Unknown.

But disturbing.

Suspicious, no? Is Trump leading a circle of kek magickians in a psychic battle against space aliens? Did his ear explode from occult backlash from a badly-cast spell to enthrall the crowd?

It’s all connected. All of it.

HIS.

EAR.

JUST.

DID.

THAT.

[astolfofo]

i have gotten out of my slumber (merry 2 days late christmas by the way!) and I wanted to share this concept bc i just finished the Sumeru Quests

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this was inspired by @yandere-romanticaa and this post 

side note: i’ve been trying to make this idea into a serveral part fic for a long time, but I just didn’t know where to start and nothing I wrote seemed good enough, So i gave up. (i wrote a little bit of it here, but I didn’t know where to continue it after that so... lmao) 

also im sorry if this isn’t exactly a reader x scaramouche, there’s a little bit of self-inserting in here  This was keeping me up at night kek. Sorry if any of you guys don’t like how characterized it actually is. I had to get it out of my system. 

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I’m thinking about Scaramouche with a reader just like him. An artificial god, made to hold a gnosis, except in this case, they actually succesfully hold the gnosis. 

You were sworn to keep it a secret. You swore to your creator, the hydro archon, that you would keep it a secret. 

Yet you were no god. You were simply a tool of the god- to fill her own wishes. To funfill her own goal: to build a tower to Celestia. That was the entire purpose of your life. 

Time and time again, the storms in the sky would destroy the tower, burnt it down the the ground. Yet, if you didn’t finish this project, you were sure the hydro archon would destroy your body herself. 

Justice would be served to those who did not serve purpose. 

Those were her words from the start. There was no reason to live, unless you were useful. You were told this from the first moment you ever set foot into this world.

You are an engineer. You are a doctor. You are the highest ranking government official. You needed to make sure the reign of justice would be carried out. With grace and precision. As per she ordered. 

Yet, your life was meaningless. An endless cycle of sleepless nights, stress, and fear. You needed an escape. A person who not only needed you, bu loved you.

-

You remebered your first days as a human. You were made with the forbidden Alchemy from Khaenri'ah. Therefore, you must be kept a secret. Your body was the same as a engineer from Khaenri'ah- the same one who built the city of Fountaine. The person who designed the court.

The whole city depended on her. She allowed the city to thrive, she healed everyone of their sickness. It was as if she was from another world. 

Until one day, she disappeared.

The Hydro archon sent people out to find her. To Khaenri'ah. Most of the people died in the process- only one person came back after the Archon war.

She was dead. She had died in the Archon war. Yet, the searcher managed to gather all her belongings- including the notes she had. The exact same knowledge that had saved all the people in Fountaine.

And in that knowledge, were detailed notes on how to make a human out of pure elemental energy. 

You were made based on those very instructions. You were made to make sure Fountaine was under control. You went to Tevyat’s ends to make sure that justice would be served to those who deserved it. 

-

Kunikuzushi was any passerby. As ordinary as the next. According to the rumors, he was simply just a wanderer from Inazuma. Fair enough, you thought. After all, Fountaine was the most technologically advanced nation, even more so than Snezhnaya and Sumeru.

So, one day, you were shocked when he walked in on you. You were isolated in a field, playing a violin. Playing violin was a method of escapism for you. A method to relieve stress. 

How did he even find you here?

He looks at you in awe. Had he never seen this instrument? It felt like he was looking at you when you were undressed, it felt he was looking at you bare.

“What?”

And that’s how you met him. 

-

He revealed that he was the same as you. Created by a god, but discarded. He admired you. And you had grown a fondness towards him. Almost like a brother-sister realtionship. Someone who could understand you.

Yet, in all your time together, he never told you his name. 

And after staying in Fountaine for a while, he left. 

You never saw him again.

Not that you minded. If your “mother” found out, she would be enraged that you developed feelings towards a being from another nation. Your friendship with him was your own secret. And it was better if you didn’t get too attached anyways; it might cause you trouble later on. 

Little did you know, he had always been with you. He could never leave you. So, you never saw the small electro mark on your forearm. You never noticed the small purple streak in your hair. You never realized the purple hue in your eyes.

-

Maybe you had began to miss a bit too much. Life was still dull and boring as ever. But it was supposed to be like that. Day after day, papers pilled up at your desk, demanding to be finished. Yet, you couldn’t be bothered.

You thought about your last moments with the wanderer from Inazuma. You and him were in the national hospital. He had dressed up in Fountaine Attire, hoping not to get caught with you. Seemingly, it must have worked because no one spared a second look at you. 

“Hey. Why do you do this for the people?”

You didn’t respond. Part of it might have been because you were too busy checking the vials of the paitent. But you didn’t know why you did this. It was simply an instruction.

“It’s because I have to.”

“And why is that?”

You paused again, clenching your jaw in thought, “Well... it’s because it’s an instruction, right? And like you, I don’t want to lose my heart either. I’ll be dead if I disobey my mom. I have to be as perfect as my predecessor. If not better.”

He didn’t respond. He held your hand tightly. 

After a few moments of slience, Scaramouche looked at you again. “I guess our creators are equally cruel.”

“Yeah. Probably. Wouldn’t put it past me that I might be dead by tommorow.” You laugh, “It’s a sad life I lead, despite all these people depending on me.”

You didn’t see his expression back then. You didn’t want to.

He never came back again. 

-

Kunikuzushi had found his parallel. Someone so opposite to him, yet so similar.

Yet, his heart had a painful throbbing feeling. His heart rang with jealousy, while his mind could not let go of you.

Oh, how he desired to be in the same situation as you. To be a god. To be needed, to be wanted. To be respected as divinty. 

It’s not fair. 

He decides to leave the next day. He wants you to think about him all the time. He wants you to miss him. He wants to be worshipped. Oh, how he wishes he could get you to depend on him. 

He starts thinking about ways to destroy you. Ways to make you feel the same way he did back then. Ways to make you inferior to him.

He wants you to grovel and beg for his mercy. He wants to chain you to him forever.

He knows that’s not possible though, so he decides to disappear before he hurts you. Before he goes though, he’ll mark you from afar. 

He’s greatful he never told you his name. He’ll let you make his name, once he turns into your god. 

-

He was a Fatui Harbinger. He looked different. His aura was almost suffocating. Sadistic, arrogant.  He was a criminal from an enemy nation. You could’ve arrested him right there.

You should have arrested him right there. 

But you chose not to. He deserved his own life. His own freedom. You pitied him. And maybe that was a mistake.

He was not the same. 

When you asked him for his name, he simply laughed.

“Why don’t you give me a name?” He asked, “I’ve never had a proper name. A name is the first gift one recieves in their life.” 

“I’ve already disassociated with my life. I want to start a new one.” His face was an inch away from yours. He smirked at your face, which was bright red.

“So what’s my name gonna be (Y/N)?”

[deviantartdramahub]

Lol imagine unironically saying kek- https://web.archive.org/web/20240523054740/https://www.deviantart.com/liesoft/status-update/It-really-isn-t-personal-but-1055229175 uh ohhh more slur using!! And honey, what you're saying isn't just swears, they're words created to DISCRIMINATE against people, that's what a slur is, sweetheart. And that's why it's so bad and bigoted. How old are you? It's pretty embarrassing a teenager on the internet has to explain things like this to you. But I suppose not surprising, considering the fact you and your allies live in a magical little world where you all are incapable of doing any wrong, and anyone who suggests you aren't perfect must be exterminated. Also no one asked about this Dollcreep person no one cares why are you giving random ass lore dump lmao. And what makes you think anyone will believe your fake ass proof (btw screenshots aren't valid proof bc they can be manipulatedddd!! How many times do I have to repeat that to you toddler attention span mfs lmfao) when you're proving right there that your harassing is purely out of bigotry?? It's not putting words in your mouth, because the R slur is right there XD

Also I obviously have no problem with normal swearing, I swear all the time, so idk why you're making us out to be little 5 year olds going "MOMMYYYY BIG BROTHER SAID HECK!!!" bc that's not the case at all lmaoo.

Btw more slur using, the fact it's only the one used for disabled people surely is telling. Wonder when they'll start calling Tri the f-slur for being LGBT, bc we know they're obviously not above that. https://web.archive.org/web/20240523171148/https://www.deviantart.com/liesoft/status-update/Would-also-like-to-add-1055290265

It's so fucking hilarious how they're saying we're the ones deleting our comments to avoid backlash when their ally Evie literally just did that very thing. DADN and their allies love doing bad things to throw the blame onto their victims, they do it all the damn time. At this point, "hypocrite" would be a compliment to them. Also Ninja mentioned this post in their most recent ask, so Liar confidently saying Ninja won't see the post is so funny. Uh ohhh they actually look at shit because they have critical thinking skills unlike you uh ohhhh.

Don't even know what ask this one's directed to bc the archive won't let me go to it, and the link's preview doesn't give any clues, but oh well. https://web.archive.org/web/20240523205657/https://www.deviantart.com/liesoft/status-update/Another-retard-spewing-shite-But-1055447327 Blah blah more slurring blah blah also we can tell you have no friends lol.

Alright bye bye looks like someone wants to be the new Mod-S bc their goddess abandoned them lmaooo so sad and pathetic :3

Which means I'll probably have to post frequently again and call out more bullshit. Sighhh... -_-

(But my source of knowing about these posts is Ninja's asks, so if Ninja can keep alerting me about these, it'd be greatly appreciated <3

Also, if I remember correctly, slurs are against DA rules.

[sesshy380-rp]

(continued from here)

Kat found the whole process of the others creating their fake work backgrounds to be boring. Mainly because there wasn’t anything for her to do other than just sit there and listen as they used a bunch of technical jargon that made no sense to her. She decided to shift and take a nap on the back of the couch where she’d be out of the way. When it sounded like they had finally wrapped things up, she stretched and leapt down, shifting back so that she was once again seated beside Bakura.

“We should probably start heading back if you’re all finished,” she said, stretching again.

“Actually,” Ryou said with a smile. “All this work making up the equivalent of a character backstory reminded me that you said you had a new character that you wanted to try out sometime. How about now?”

“I’d have to go back to our place to get it,” Kat stated.

“Bakura and I can get things set up here while you run back. While you’re at it, you should grab some stuff to stay the night, just in case. Kek can go with you. The two of you are a lot faster at getting across town and back than we are, but it should still give us plenty of time to get something thrown together.”

Kek seemed to perk up at the idea of getting to stretch and be not-human for a bit.

“I’ll race you,” he said excitedly while looking at Kat.

“You’d lose,” she replied with a grin while crossing the room to get her boots on. “I’ll meet you on the roof.”

“Slowpoke,” Kek grinned while vanishing into his own shadow, his boots by the door mysteriously vanishing at the same time.

Kat hurried out the door, quickly making her way to meet up with Kek.

((@nb-lesbian-tkb))

[arcticyarn]

pretty annoying that users on lc and crystal cafe are acting so surprised at you liking moon as if its the most repulsive, unknown thing they have ever seen. I think its self telling that they’re sensitive normies. I have seen REAL, worse cases of obsession of those websites kek. These people are fucking retarded self absorbed normies

Maybe... I don't care, I love it when people are mean to him. And I can't blame them, I get annoyed too when I see young women liking old men. They just don't know that he's actually in his early thirties because of his hairline...

[ouroboros-hideout]

Ohoh: let's make some questions!

12-20-23-31 for Vlad

26-29 for Aon!

I know, they are A LOT!

"Better late than never" will be my answer to all future ask games I guess :screaming_vlad_emoji:

For Vlad

12: In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

With Gazelle on his last visit to her before he died. I imagine they’ve known each other for at least 3 years and he took off every time in his job he could and visit her or talk her into visiting him. Imagine it like he would arrange a day filled with all the romantic shit. Starting off the day with breakfast on the balcony of her apartment, later going out to the city or the surrounding areas. Get some Diner and finish off with sunset by the sea. It seemed like everything was perfect on that day. He flies home the next day, and goes on a seemingly easy mission to get a big promotion. Maybe overcome his doubts after that, if he just should fuck the system and his fathers opinion and introduce Ghislaine to his mother at least. But it wasn’t meant to be.

20: In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Mostly self-validation. Most of the time he thinks of himself as “something better”. Standing above everyone else and therefore getting as much positive chemistry in his system flowing as possible. His life probably consists to 80% only of his work so he compares himself to everyone he’s getting in touch with there. Colleagues, people he’s told to go after or even his superiors. 

23: What does your character dislike in other people?

If he can't trust them. No matter if it's colleagues that disappoint him because they are not capable of fulfilling their tasks or his partners that act not loyal to him. But in most cases he’s just paranoid by his condition so he would always find a reason not to trust a person.

31: Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

The time he spends with Roy is the most comfortable for him because his friend learned how to dance around everything that could trigger him and is avoiding it. So there are no voices that make him nervous or anxious so he can enjoy the time a lot more freely. In addition to that they talk a lot about their shared interests, which he barely can do with anyone else because he's a loner when it comes to regular friendships.

For Aon

26: How does your character behave around children?

Depends how they behave around her lol. She’s not a big fan of really small children. Toddlers like Kurt for example KEK. Too loud, you don't really know how to handle them. She had no siblings and only was around people her age or older her whole life until she left Moscow. She met Anna when she was 7 years old so that's an age at which she can handle the smaller people. And on contrary how bluntly she interacts with adults she tries to restrain herself when talking with more vulnerable and fairly younger people like children bc she knows from her upbringing that it only does damage to a character and soul if you treat them too harshly and show no sensibility.

29: What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

I think I answered that or a similar question already. But I am lazy and don’t want to look for it. She dreamed of escaping her future at SovOil and becoming a free roaming nomad like her biological father apparently was. She got what she dreamed for but the circumstances could have been a lot better.

Thanks for the questions as always!

[teeto-peteto]

mkay since i finished ruined king and i have a mental void only pyke can fill im making dumb shit like this

its in spanish but let me translate; (basically is like a modern?? or highschool au dont know i always had in my mind the typical Spain school lol)

IMAGE ONE:

Pyke -> Attends to class only a couple times per month but still passes

Illaoi -> no need to translate but in case this looks extremely small: Gym girl, Absolute PE queen

Braum -> same as before but just in case: Nerd Gymbro /also adding himbo rn/

Miss Fortune -> Class delegate in redemption arc because she failed the year before.

Ahri -> Hot Cheeto Girl

Yasuo -> Fifa player

IMAGE TWO:

is like a little mental map of their relationships with eachother, ofc they all talk to each other is just that i was lazy to put a lot more headcanons in there kek

Pyke -> Both Illaoi and Miss Fortune are his childhood friends. Braum is his bestie, they share their study notes and pass the exams together.

Illaoi -> Childhood friends with Pyke, had a small relationship with Braum wich didnt last, but they are very good friends! Miss Fortune's current girlfriend.

Braum -> Had a short romantic relationship with Illaoi in the past, but they are good friends in the current times. Its Pyke's best friend, and overall is very good friends with the rest of the group aswell.

Miss Fortune -> Pyke's childhood friend. In a romantic relationship with Illaoi, best friends with Ahri.

Ahri -> Best friends with Miss Fortune, has a good relationship with the rest of the group. In a relationship with Yasuo.

Yasuo -> Ahri's boyfriend, has a good relationship with the group as long as he has a drink /jk (/srs)