#let me know what y'all think !!!

[yawping-poets-society]

with you i could summon the gods and the stars

watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart

and we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears

we were gods

we were kids

[moose-beam]

So, here's a cheeky thought about foreshadowing in season 1 of Arcane. I'm personally of the mind that we're heading towards a Jinx/Ekko/Cait/Vi team-up at the end of season 2. (Of course, when I start to talk about Arcane season 2, I begin by talking about the end of the show.) I might expand later on how I feel the final battle might unfold more specifically, but for now, I'm wondering if a team-up between Jinx/Ekko/Cait/Vi is foreshadowed in the first two episodes when Jayce's apartment was blown up. In a way, each of them had a role in the domino effect that caused the explosion, including Jayce (so maybe he's part of the team up). I just don't think it's a coincidence that five League champions all had something to do, big or small, with the eventual explosion.

Ekko followed Jayce to his apartment and told Vi about the job. Vi led the gang there and, after Mylo took too long, broke into the apartment. Caitlyn dropped an object/artifact in the building hallway, alerting Vi and drawing her attention to the door. Jayce starts to unlock his apartment, causing Vi to jam the chair under said door and rush everyone out. The hasty escape causes Jinx (Powder) to drop the gemstone, which explodes and destroys Jayce's apartment. All four of them kicked off the story together, they'll each have a hand in ending the story together.

For me, the wildcard here is Jayce, even though he has an action (trigger/event) in the sequence of events. He feels disjointed from the rest of the group, I'm not quite sure how to articulate why, and part of me wonders if he's on the same path as the rest of them in season 2. Either way, if he is part of the team up, that would make five people, kind of like a League team...

[kitsune528]

I have finally finished this 😭. This is my first time making any kind of edit, and considering I had no idea what I was doing, for the most part I think it turned out pretty good. I hope you guys like it ❤️

[kotylynnemerrill]

Okay y'all... I've been working on this piece little by little for a while now and I have finally finished it!

I believe I mentioned wanting to do Fez in a Wolfman au and I'm pretty excited about this but I'm gonna let y'all decide if I should continue this or not - you guys know what to do.

Hopefully y'all like it 😁

February 17th, 1891

It was a small, round-headed bird.

A rusty cap and rusty eyeline on a gray head, a streaked brown back, and a smooth buff colored breast.

Fezco couldn't remember the exact name specifically, but he was sure it was a type of sparrow.

Hunting as a young boy, his father would point them out and share arbitrary facts about them. For instance, they are insectivores, both male and females were similar in appearance, and they prefer to nest in manmade structures like eaves. His favorite, something he always found fascinating, was that they migrated at night.

He considered himself a creature of the night...even when he was young.

In the distance he could hear the loud whistle of an approaching steam powered locomotive roar and he reluctantly turned his gaze away from the small bird.

He could see thick light gray smoke billow from the locomotive's chimney like a snake slithering its way up towards the menacing clouds above.

It was going to storm. Fitting weather to match his mood...

Fezco glanced at the simple brown leather suitcase next to him, meagerly packed with only the bare essentials. An absurd idea suddenly struck him and panic began to bubble within him.

He didn't pack enough.

He should have brought the trunk.

He didn't pack enough and he should have brought the trunk.

He wasn't prepared and he didn't like that. It wasn't like him to not be prepared... everything planned and in order. Of course, under the circumstances...

Fezco had not seen the small town of East Highland in fifteen years...not since his grandmother had taken him in to live with her in the equally small town of Oakland...took him away from the violence that had smothered his early years.

He had not planned on ever returning no matter how much the guilt plagued him...ate at him until he felt there was nothing left but sinew and bone. Fezco loved his brother Ash dearly but his sanity wouldn't allow him to take it any longer.

But now his brother was missing...vanished in the dead of night. He had no choice but to come back and find him...find out what had happened to him.

Paul O'Neil had painted a very straight forward scenario in his letter. Ash had been traveling home to discuss his upcoming nuptials to a Miss Alexandra Howard and never showed.

Alexandra...Lexi he used to call her.

It was hard to fathom her old enough to consider marriage...let alone consider such a thing with his brother Ash. It was even harder to conjure up an image of what she might look like now. Surely no longer nobby kneed and doe eyed as he remembered.

She had painted a slightly more sinister scenario in the letter she had sent.

The elder O'Neil apparently had not been on board with the arrangement between his youngest son and Miss Howard, and the two had succumbed to dueling with vicious words.

Ash, having spoken his peace on the matter, had left that night and purchased a room in town intending to leave the next evening...for good.

In her letter Miss Howard had confessed they had arranged to move to Oakland after the wedding as it was close to Fezco (something Ash had desperately wanted) and her father had promised an adequate job opportunity for Ash after they arrived.

She spoke of Ash's desire to leave...escape his father's violent disposition. Fezco already knew this...knew all too well.

But his father had reached out that morning, luring Ash back.

He always went back...

This could have been prevented if he had just stayed - he wished he had stayed...been old enough, strong enough to defend himself and his brother from their father's temper...

He had barely been fourteen when he left, and hardly fit to fight someone of his father's size then. And at the time the law would not permit Ash, being of such a young age, to leave with him and his grandmother. And with no concrete proof of wrong doing...

Now it may be too late...

The locomotive screeched to a stop, the loud mechanical gears were almost deafening as it passed him, a harsh gust of air trailing after it.

Fezco swallowed thickly as he picked up his suitcase, the rolling in his stomach continued as he made his way down the pavilion towards where passengers were supposed to board.

A tall, slender gray haired gentleman stepped off the entry step and took a quick look around before calling the passengers to board.

Thankfully there were only a handful of other travelers milling around waiting to board...it would be a quiet trip, he might even get some sleep.

"Last stop. Heading to East highland. Boarding now."

The hair on the back of Fezco's neck sprung to life and his free hand reflexively reached up to soothe the area.

The conductor looked at him with a smile as he approached but his gray eyes were uneasy as they met Fezco's.

"Ticket sir?'

Fezco nodded and reached into the pocket of his wool frock coat, pulling out the creased off white piece of paper.

The conductor took the ticket with another strained smile and looked over the details. Satisfied, he handed the ticket back with a quick 'thank you' and 'glad to have you aboard sir'.

Fezco placed the ticket back into his pocket and mumbled a 'thank you' as he stepped up onto the train.

He made his way to the correct cart and quickly found his designated cabin surprised to find an older gentleman of African descent sitting on one of the wooden benches fast asleep when he opened the sliding door.

Fezco quietly slid the door shut with a smooth whoosh followed by a thunk as it latched into place and sat on the opposite bench.

There was no plush upholstery, or ornate decorations in the cabin like in a Pullman, nor carpeted floors or rich wood paneling. Fezco didn't mind though, the trip wasn't but a six hour ride which included three stops before East highland - Bakersfield, Fresno and Modesto. And this certainly wasn't meant to be a leisurely trip.

Fezco situated himself next to the large window and placed his bag underneath his seat. He could feel the cold coming off the glass as he peered out and was thankful the small wood-burning stove near the door was lit. The clouds had grown a bruised purple in color and almost appeared to ripple across the sky like flood water.

"I apologize if I was snoring."

Fezco whipped his head around at the deep voice. The man cleared his throat and adjusted himself a little more upright in the seat.

"You weren't. Sorry if I disturbed your sleep. I just settled in."

"You didn't. The moorish man waved his hand in dismissal. May I ask where you are headed?"

"East highland."

"Home?"

"Of sorts. I lived there as a boy. My father and brother still reside there."

"Visiting then?"

Fezco settled back into his seat avoiding the man's gaze, focusing instead on a rather dark stained cane with an intricately carved head leaning askew between the wall of the cabin and the man's leg, as he felt a familiar chill seep within him.

"Kinda."

A pregnant pause lodged itself between the two men as Fezco tried to come up with something to add...something light and less...ominous. Something that would keep this stranger from prying. But, by the way the man's dark eyes squinted and scrutinized him, Fezco knew he wasn't getting off so easily.

"Family troubles I take it?"

Fezco nodded once before glancing down at the cane again.

"Quite remarkable."

"This?" The man lifted the cane and turned it in his hand.

"A wolf's head?" Fezco asked, seeing the carving up close.

"Indeed. It was a gift from my daughter. Meant to be some sort of protection against shetani - evil spirits. I do believe she is far too superstitious for one so young, but I indulge her."

"I myself am not a superstitious man, but my mother believed."

"Native american?"

"Gypsy. Romania."

"I see." The man's dense eyebrows rose slightly at the revelation.

"And the inscription?" It was a wonder Fezco had not noticed it earlier, the neat silver lettering stood out drastically against the canes dark shaft.

"Ahh yes. It's written in my native tongue - Swahili. It roughly translates to 'Even a man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms, and the moon is full and bright'."

"Protection not just from the outside monsters but from those within. Interesting..." The corner of Fezco's lips inclined.

"My daughter likes to remind me we all struggle with hardships and in those times when it becomes too great we as men are capable of anything...great and terrible, so we must keep to our faith. Remain pure of action and intention and heed the needs of others before ourselves and we shall receive blessings from the Lord."

"Your daughter sounds very wise."

"That she is."

The man lolled the cane in his hands again with a brief smile before glancing up. Fezco met his eyes allowing a small smile to grace his own lips.

"My name is Ali. Ali Orowari." He reached his hand out, his smile widening.

"Fezco O'Neil. Nice to meet you." He grasped the hazelnut colored hand and gave a single shake.

"Well...I dare say it's been a pleasure. When I first saw you I didn't think you'd be up for conversation."

"I wasn't....I'm still not to be honest. But my mood is greatly improved thanks to you."

"Glad to hear it." Ali squinted at Fezco for a breath then smiled again.

* * * *

Ali ended up falling asleep after a couple more minutes of making small talk. Fezco must have followed suit soon after for he suddenly found himself jolting awake at the sound of a low rumble followed by a loud crack.

Ghostly whispers still lingered in his ears from the dream he had been having...Ash's laughter and his mother's voice...then the growling mixed with screaming.

Fezco rubbed his hands over his face several times, breathing hard. Had that been a dream....or some dreadful memory he couldn't fully shake.

He looked at the bench opposite him and noticed it was now empty and felt a stirring of disappointment. Then he noticed it, the cane leaning against the wall of the cabin. A scrap of paper with his name on it was tied to the grip with a slim piece of black ribbon.

He reached forward and easily untied the ribbon and pulled the paper free. Turning it over Fezco read the neatly scrawled words.

For a new friend. To ward off your troubles.

Fezco huffed, a short rough sound escaping his lips.

He gently lifted the cane into his hands and felt its weight, felt its polished surface before letting his fingers trace over the rough texture of the carved lettering.

He was the proud new owner of an 'amulet' apparently. 'Ward off your troubles', he certainly hoped so...

* * * *

Thirty-three minutes and twenty-six seconds, that's how long it took to get from the East highland station to O'Neil manor.

The rain poured down in a torrent, saturating the ground till it appeared as if the carriage was driving through thick tar.

Fezco couldn't see any stars in the sky. He could barely make out the shapes of the trees that lined the road, the light from the lanterns on either side of the carriage barely penetrated through darkness.

He thought he could make out the outline of a couple of illuminated windows in the distance, amber eyes glowing in the night, watching him. Suddenly his bones turned to ice within his body and his heart began to race again.

He could see it now...

First the outline of the veranda appeared, the four large white posts holding up the hipped roof reminded him of a gapping mouth, and then as the carriage looped around the large fountain in front all two stories of the colonial revival materialized like an apparition. A light gray outline with splotches of barely discernable details.

The carriage came to a halt, the dark bay hackney gave a loud snort as the driver pulled the reins.

"Mr. O'Neil we have arrived."

Fezco didn't move.

"Sir?"

"Yes. I heard you."

Taking a deep breath he grabbed the handle with a shaking hand and turned it clockwise.

Stepping out of the carriage he glanced up at his childhood home briefly before turning and grabbing his suitcase and the cane Ali had given him. His knuckles were white as he held each object tightly and with lead feet began to walk up the path to the mansion.

The gravel beneath his feet sounded incredibly loud within his ears, and increased as the carriage started to move. Fezco glanced over his shoulder at the carriage as it quickly disappeared into the dark and shivered.

He made it to the steps and placed a boot clad foot on the first incline. A loud creaking erupted from the step with his weight and followed him as he made his way to the porch. He walked up to the door and sat his suitcase down when the door opened.

A deep, groaning hiss with a heavy thud sounded, accompanied by a low, rasping noise from the hinges. Stale air wafted through the door as it fully swung open and Fezco closed his eyes against the smell.

"Fezco?"

His eyes opened and he looked up to see a man much older than he ever remembered, but there was no forgetting...

They had the same prominent brows and strong nose. Same red beard and blue eyes too. The resemblance between the two men was uncanny and something Fezco had learned to detest at a very young age.

Ash had always resembled their mother. Olive complexion, dark hair, and wide dark eyes.

Fezco steeled himself as he locked eyes with his father.

"Father."

"After all these years, it's quite a shock. You've grown into a very handsome specimen."

"It's been a while."

"Yes it has." The elder O'Neil glanced at the ground before clearing his throat.

"I got your letter...and Miss Howard's. I came as soon as I could." Fezco informed, and he noticed a strange look cross his father's face.

"I'm glad, but...I'm afraid it's not good...most terrible news..."

Fezco's stomach dropped. "What has happened? Has he..."

"I'm afraid your brother was found several days ago along the post road some thirty miles from here."

Fezco thought he had been prepared for such an outcome, something deep within his being, telling him that his brother was gone, but as a numbness spread throughout his body and the cane slipped from his grasp...hearing those words spoken out loud destroyed him.

Ash, his brother, was gone...

[mattress-ing]

Turning human (in a zombie apocalypse (pretty sure that's not supposed to happen))

500~ word SL!Zombiecleo drabble, contains spoilers for up to session 8, body horror, mentions of drowning

Another copy/paste notes app drabble, here be grammar mistakes

If there's one thing Cleo didn't expect, it was turning human in a zombie apocalypse.

She’d died a zombie. All the usual bits out of place in the way they always were -really, their decaying body wasn’t that hard to keep running once they figured out how to tell the difference between this decay spot needs air and this decay spot needs to be wrapped for a few weeks. Not feeling anything helped.

Unfortunately, having an extra exit for the water in their lungs didn’t help when there was no air around to replace it.

Bonus mental note: they still have to breathe.

They’d meant to test that one in a more controlled environment eventually but answers are answers they suppose.

When Cleo wakes up, breathing sharply for a few moments, she knows instantly that something’s off.

Her left lung usually makes a hissing sound when she breathes- stray arrows, everyone’s been there. And it doesn’t feel. Neither of them do. Or at least, they didn’t.

She goes to touch her lung. On a bad day, one where her body seems extra keen on decaying, she’s found a quick lung squeeze can help the air go in and out a little easier. She's become quite adept at blood and guts. Mostly her own.

Sighing, and closing their eyes to focus on ignoring the nauseating waves of pain, they put their fingers to their ribs, poking for any exit or entrance wounds. Somewhere to just get in and get after it. After a moment, they frown, and look down. It’s rare they’re completely healed and they’d been pretty sure there was an unhealed arrow wound somewhere in the chest area.

There’s skin.

Cleo opens their mouth but, before making a noise, decides that having skin is something people don’t scream about. She sits there for a moment, and brings a hand up to her face. Her mouth feels weird too now that she’s thinking about it. There's no more breeze from her left cheek filtering over her teeth when she moves.

“Huh.”

All of a sudden, her stomach rumbles and she pinpoints one source of the pain in her... everywhere. Hunger.

It’s jarring. And it seems to only get worse when she names it. Her stomach is cramping from its emptiness and it sends waves of pain through her lungs, stuttering her breathing. Breathing that she was already having trouble with.

It’s been so long since her body has been this kind of a problem. It’s surprisingly easy to intuitive what her body needs when she can see some of her organs. Now it’s all guess work and her faint memories of being alive.

They struggle, using clumsy fingers to pull a piece of bread out of their bag. When it hits their tongue, surprised and overwhelmed tears well in their eyes. It tastes. It’s subtle. But it's there, it's so beautiful. And when it, and another piece, and another are down, they feel full.

They feel full.

Cleo laughs, and cries, and takes a singular bite out of an apple, not because they’re hungry, but because they can taste it. They can feel the crunch like before, but it's combined with the wash of sweet apple juice to her mouth like a golden sunset.

Before their face has dried they stand, knees and hips and bones protesting their skin as they grip the apple to bruising, relearning to walk. It’s the unworking of years of decay in all at once. They press on.

She looks in the mirror. There, in the midst of the pink flesh of her flushed face, yellow eyes.

Her blood, only recently renewed, runs cold. She narrows her eyes.

She may be human now, but there’s still a zombie apocalypse outside. They're dying quicker than her, victory is within her grasp.

They draw their sword, and step out into the sun. They can taste it.

[sam-creates]

I made this quick 'interactive story' for my BFF's birthday. Its rushed so it's not perfect, but I figured I'd share anyways:

(I rushed it cause her b'day already passed & I lazed out a bit on making it. There's only 1 choice and a total of 2 endings, so not much of an interactive story here, but I figured I'd see if you guys are interested in this type of stuff or not. I have plans in the future to do more 'interactive stories' ones with more choices and actual stories to them & likely draw out more like a comic than I did here. So let me know if you'd be interested in stuff like that! Anyways, without further ado, please enjoy this very short interactive thing.)

Red Cupcake? or Blue Cupcake?

━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━

⟡˙⋆Masterlist⋆˙⟡: <--- if you enjoyed check out my other stuff! :)

[imagine-your-nonhuman-fo]

me noticably tearing up at one (1) mention of a wheelchair in an imagines post

I try to be inclusive where I can if I remember, I don't use a wheelchair but I have bad knees

I don't have any particular ideas for scenarios with wheelchairs specifically but I'm always more than happy to post anything submitted that talks about mobility aids and the like if you or anyone else has something they'd like to submit

[skullsemi]

Seriously thinking about creating a sideblog for The Backup Detectives AU

I feel like it got to a point that the actual posts are getting kinda lost and all and I still want to explore that universe

[find-y0ur-j0y]

I decided to rank the seven seasons of Bunk’d and wanted to share my reasoning with you all. Enjoy :)  

#7: Season 5 - Ok first what I do like about season 5: Noah and Ava’s friendship, the introduction of Parker, Kikiwaka Lore, Environmentalist Destiny. The rest is pretty firmly in the “leave it” category. For crying out loud there were three episodes where Lou, Noah and Matteo aren’t even at camp! Sadly I can’t say that I enjoyed any of the episodes. Sure there were pieces of most of them I liked (mainly Lou), but I wasn’t walking out of this season with any episodes I want to rewatch. 

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#6: Season 4 - Lou as head of the camp is great, and I liked how they showed her struggles to switch from a counselor to owner mindset, I wish it was for more than just the first episode. I like Gwen, I think as the writers figured out her character more, the better she got. The birth of Environmentalist Destiny is great this season, and made me start to like her character. Camp Champion and Barb are just not interesting to me so I disliked that there were FIVE episodes dedicated to them. The two part Ravens Home episode was SO weird. The romance between Ava’s brother and Lou was cute and I wish it was maintained off screen for more than one episode. Lou deserves love, I hate how the running joke all seven seasons is that she is unloveable (but that is a rant for another time). The Renaissance episode was quirky and actually kinda fun. The MAYOR arc was GOAT (literally 🤣). Lou joining a Coven of witches obsessed with humus was hilarious.  And I loved that this season really focused on Moose Rump and the great Moosetropolotin area. It set up Dusty Tush in seasons 6/7 rather well. 

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#5: Season 3 - Love the Rosses, did not love them running the camp. Glad we only got one season of it. Obviously I miss having the Ross kids around (I miss Karan’s performance the most), but the writers did an ok job writing their exit. Glad we got the opportunity to see Lou grow and all that Miranda brought to the character. If I had to sum up this season in one word it would be "meh".

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#4: Season 7 - Honestly I am tempted to tie this with season 2, but will put it the tiniest bit below because of how much of a let down the final episodes are. With the finale coming up this week I have to say that over all I am a bit let down. I was really looking forward to this season given how much I loved season 6 and the new characters… but this one just wasn’t it. I think what helped season 6 play so well was the structure of the treasure hunt, without it we lacked continuity and a sense of urgency. The wedding plot honestly felt forced and rushed to me. While I do agree that Victoria and Parker make each other better they’re still  not my favorite couple so having the last several episodes be centered fully on them is a let down to say the least. It’s also important to take into account the writers strike that happened halfway through production, splitting the season into 2. Still I want to give props to Shiloh, Alfred and Luke as they did a great job joining the established cast and making the audience fall in love them. Mallory, Israel and Trevor continued to do an awesome job this season and of course my girl Miranda knocked it out of the park with every performance. 

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#3: Season 2 - Ranked this high because of how much I love the original cast. Though honestly I only really liked 14 out of the 21 episodes. Still I have a lot of nostalgia for this season and the episodes I did like I REALLY enjoyed! Plus it introduced us to Griff and developed more of the camp lore. The Kiki-Slasher episode in particular was hilarious and I loved the running Timmy bit through the first two seasons. 

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#2: Season 1 - The Nostalgia!!! I love every episode this season. The character growth is top tier and humor is great! The writers were excited to create this new world for the actors to play in and I just really enjoyed early days Camp Kikiwaka. I will watch this season all the way through with no skips unlike all the others (excluding season 6). It is great to see Payton, Skai and Karan reprise their characters and launch this show. I love Miranda and Kevin’s characters. This season really is a sturdy and solid foundation for the rest of the show. 

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My #1 Pick: Season 6 - Ok, I LOVE Winnie, Jake and Bill, they are my favorite of all the kids in every season. I adore seeing Destiny all grown up and her friendship with Noah is top tier. I love the new location. This is the season I have on repeat the most. The treasure hunt was a cute running plot. Lou is great this season and it is good to see Parker stepping up. I cannot speak highly enough of Shiloh, Alfred and Luke. They really stepped up to the plate and delivered great performances. All three of them are in my top eight Bunk’d characters (ranking coming soon).

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Welcome to the "What the fuck is that theory?!"

Today I want to talk about DMC 2. What about it, you might ask; well my friend, I want to tell you of a theory that I have been thinking about constantly for the past week/week and a half.

What if, in DMC2, Dante isn't Dante; what if it's actually Vergil? Just--

Hear me out--

According to the actual DMC writers; DMC2 takes place after 4 (and I think 5 as well, for this we are going to say after any game in the series).

So maybe the reason Dante sounds so... off is because that's not Dante. It's Vergil masquerading as his brother.

This is rough but just--

What if Dante died when the twins were in hell?

Vergil in his grief and probable fucking mental breakdown would come back mimicking his brother; keeping the Devil May Cry going in his brother's name.

Maybe Dante even asked Vergil to take over the shop for him and bestowed his gear to him--including Rebellion.

Or (and here comes the crackhead and main theory) what if Argosax is Dante.

Vergil and Dante's story lines up almost perfectly with Mundus and Argosax, respectively. Mundus ate a Qliphoth fruit to become stronger than Argo; Vergil ate a Qliphoth fruit to become stronger than Dante.

So let's roll with Argosax somehow being Dante in DMC2;

⋗It would be really ironic that Argosax wouldn't talk when "normal" Dante won't stop talking.

⋗Argo's horns are similar to Dante's Sin DT and his body is similar.

⋗"Dante" is able to disappear during the last fight which is kind of more Vergil's thing--to be able to teleport.

⋗Although I know this is old and Dante's colors weren't all red; Ivory's charge color is blue.

⋗"Dante" doesn't look Argosax in the eye or say anything--not even "Jackpot". Argosax, on the other hand, looks at him; staring him down. Perhaps to try and plead with his older brother (who knows that there is nothing that can be done).

⋗Plus the symbolism of Ivory being used NOT Ebony; Ivory is the gun that Dante used in DMC3 where as Vergil used Ebony. It would have made a LOT more sense for "Dante" to use Ebony for that shot, but he didn't, he used Ivory--he used Dante's gun. Given, Dante does kind of smile buT perhaps it is because he is happy to free his brother of this curse (and that he won a fight against him lmfao)

⋗Rebellion hitting the ground at the end of the fight might be a metaphor for Dante being put to rest; the legend of the Sparda twins being put to bed. (It's also just a cool view by I digress)

All this comes to a head when "Dante" (or in this case, Vergil) decides to go to the underworld; seemingly unphased by the idea--which, again, would play into it being Vergil who spent most of his adult life in Hell. Perhaps to go and continue the fight? or maybe see if his brother is, in part, still alive like he was after being killed in DMC1.

I don't know, it would be an interesting way for them to retcon DMC2 into the time period they say it's from...

Instead of taking place between 1 and 4 like literally, everyone else thinks it does--including myself--and that Dante's just really fuckin' depressed lmao Please keep in mind, as I said, I do not personally think that this is how it should work-- I just thought it would be interesting to talk about. I'm sure that this has been talked about before and probs been beaten into the ground but I thought it was interesting lol.

I'm curious to know what anyone else thinks about this; does anyone else see what I'm getting at? Like I know I am kinda grasping at straws, but isn't that the whole basis of DMC lore to begin with lmfaooo Please let me know through the tags or comments what you think--I'd love to read other's thoughts on this!!

Thanks for coming to my sleep-deprived theory time and I'll see y'all next time.

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[notbroadwaybound]

the more I think about it and the deeper I get into one piece (y'all i'm almost caught up 😨🤯) the more I think the live action is just going to skip the Skypeia arc.

Like aside from being super expensive to animate/build that set (and the time crunch of churning seasons out while the actors still look young), it just doesn't add much to the overall plot.

like it introduces sky islands, the beginning of the end of the Merry, haki (without calling it haki) and robin gets renewed faith that her life has purpose but I don't think any of that /has/ to be done in Skypeia.

The torn part is Jaya is cool with bellamy / blackbeard intros.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Been developing some T.rigun ocs. Not all have names, but most of these newer guys are also bounty hunters. Basically thought of an episode slash arc in the manga that would be like, Gill gets a letter and the top six bounty hunters on the planet are being invited to come and work together to capture Vash. At first she wants to just refuse, but they all decide to go because Gill knows all those bounty hunters and like how they all act. A if they go then they know their whole plan, B if they can prove they can't catch Vash then their team work is going to quickly disappear. They go, the team acting as Gill's new bounty hunter team mates and Vash in disguise with his face covered. These ocs are the ones they meet and along with Gill are the top bounty hunters around, in monetary value gained from bounties and in skill.

Maleficence Maelstrom: I started thinking of him a lil bit ago, before the others, as just a sort of rival. He's a dangerous slinger, seems to go out of his way to not turn in his bounties alive. He and Gill often clash. They worked together once, but after Maleficence shot their bounty, she refused to split the payment. She wouldn't take any "blood money". After that partnership, they've hated each other. He's sadistic and mean with a tendency to taunt. He likes trying to get people to pick fights and is an expert in duels. He often wears a sharp grin and has a certain condescending swagger.

Mayhem Wayham: He's a cool dude. Pretty cheerful and laid back and a constant flirt. He likes asking women to marry him casually. He and Gill get along. He likes a joke and to party, but he has a knack for stopping a fight and cooling people's anger. He's pretty easy going. Uses a bow with augmented arrows.

A set of two girls, their title includes twins and they act like two twin sisters except they're fully unrelated. They just met and realized they look similar and like the other and decided to go with being twin sisters after. They're all around pretty nice, though with their own typical rough edges. They and Gill get along. Love to drink together and are loud.

A set of three. Their nicknames are like judge, jury, and executioner. The bounty hunter nicknamed as their judge picks their bounties and is like a leader. They decide whether to take their bounties alive or execute them based on their judgment of the crimes they are wanted for with their bounty. Gill isn't a big fan of them; while most of the others do whatever is necessary with a fight and Gill can't exactly fault them, she always says to not severely harm or anything their bounties, she can't agree with acting as the sole decider of executing a bounty like that set does. They're also a polycule.

A muscular Amazon of a lady. She is almost an authority figure to other bounty hunters, able to get them in line when together. She's a kind woman with a strict side but it's like a well meaning sterness, she is thoughtful often of others. Likes handing out treats. She and Gill get along well. She is the person who decided to try getting all six top bounty hunters to work together; insists it's not for greed but simply to stop that dangerous guy.

I also have another oc who's not a bounty hunter. She's new.

She's an outlaw, a rather flamboyant person. She respects above everything else great passion. Passion for anything as long as they're devoted. This includes romance; in a fight with Vash she knocks him unconscious and Gill arrives to help him and when she gets between them she's prepared to fight her. She sees Gill's passion and decides to stop fighting. She says she couldn't think of getting between a fellow passionate shooter and the source of their passion, and leaves. After that encounter she and Gill have a sort of respect towards each other. Lmao

[spiteweaver]

First, let me clarify that "beastclan" is a term that was canonically in use before the forging of the Beastclan Alliance, so a race does not necessarily need to be a part of the Beastclan Alliance to be a beastclan.

With that out of the way...

Races that should be considered beastclans--

Kitsune/Faun/Manticore/Mith: I'm lumping these all together up top, because they all have official ambassadors to dragonkind, as well as beastclan spy counterparts. I think the ability to carry out diplomacy more than proves their sapience, so while not every clan is a part of the Beastclan Alliance, they are still beastclans.

Assassin Bugs/Colony Killers/Archer Bugs: Are they considered Mith? A subrace of Mith? Their own race? Whatever the case, they're sapient and deadly. Whether or not they'd be interested in joining the Beastclan Alliance is another matter.

Aviar: Aviar are Talonok. I know the devs said they didn't want to use them in the lore due to them being KS sponsored, but I will use them in my own lore. They're Talonok.

Bone Sages/Bone Seekers/Spinal Sorcerers/Boneyard Patrollers/Carcass Custodians/Sproutroot Sentries/Scavengers & Bonesmiths: I think a cool collective name for these guys would be dragonkin, for obvious reasons. Anyway, they're sapient. Beastclan, but not interested in the Alliance, as they're too caught up in their own squabbles.

Bookworms: They can fucking READ. They wear GLASSES. Beastclan, but allied almost exclusively with dragonkind, Everlux Clans in particular.

Bucktooths/Flattails: The Flattails, at least, are said to barter with Ridgeback clans, so they're sapient. Beastclan, allied with dragonkind.

Cave Jewels: This one is 100% self-indulgence on my part. I love those funky little guys, and I think they should be sapient. Let them farm the fungus. Not a part of the Alliance due to being literal cave hermits.

Crystalcleave Canaries/Vigilant Sparrows: These are Talonok. Little bitty Talonok, but Talonok nonetheless. Beastclan.

Dryads: They may not be part of the Alliance, but they deserve to be considered beastclans. I personally view dryads as strictly isolationist. With dragonkind becoming so widespread, clans may begin to seek entry into the Alliance.

Feathercroaks: Their description says they can speak to dragons, so I'm calling them sapient. Beastclan, most likely allied with dragonkind.

Flights: Seeing as they're capable of wielding weaponry, I'll go out on a limb and assume they're sapient enough to be considered beastclans. However, they are also mischievous little creatures who swear fealty to no one.

Fungi: A subrace of dryad? Beastclan for sure. I think they might be a little, uuuh, fucking zooted out of their minds at all times, though, and are every bit as isolationist as dryads.

Garden Gnomes: I mean, they wear clothes. Probably distantly related to the Bucktooths and the Flattails. Beastclan, allied with dragonkind.

Imps: Look at them and tell me they aren't the cutest beastclan ever. Dripcave Deputies appear to be related to imps and are employed by Gaolers, so throw them in as well. The Deputies, in particular, are allied with dragonkind. Other imp clans may choose the Alliance.

Kamaitachi: They use tools, make medicine, wear clothes. Sapient. Beastclan. Not sure if they'd want to join the Alliance.

Kelpies: The beastiary entry for the kelpie states that they view dragons as allies, suggesting some level of intelligence. Additionally, kelpies in Scottish folklore are shape-shifters who can take on human form. I'm going to assume that sapience comes with the package. Beastclan, allied with dragonkind due not to loyalty, but to other beastclans being their preferred prey.

Psywurms: They have psychic powers, which are typically associated with high intelligence. That's a beastclan if I ever saw one. It's doubtful they have any interest in the Alliance, preferring to live in the loneliest parts of Sornieth to avoid contact with both dragons and other beastclans.

Sphinx: They should be considered beastclans, but sphinx don't strike me as the sort to be interested in joining the Alliance or dragonkind.

Sprangyroo: Beastclans, but they refuse to pick a side, instead doing mercenary work for whoever will hire them.

Honorable Mentions

Sprites/Nymphs/Acolytes/Goblins/Gem Guardians/Jewelers: They're sapient, but they really only exist to serve the Eleven or dragonkind in some capacity. Therefore, it's questionable whether they would consider themselves beastclans.

Animated Statue/Living Sculpture/Flying Figurine: Same as above. They probably only have rudimentary sapience, though, enough to take simple orders.

Beetleboars/Shovelsnouts: The Beetleboar's entry in the bestiary states that it's known for bad jokes, implying it is capable of speech, but I'm pretty sure that's a Lion King reference and not necessarily meant to be taken as evidence of sapience.

Fear Frogs & Terror Toads: They're definitely sapient, but they are quite literally from another dimension. I'm not sure they'd want to be considered a beastclan.

Gryphons/Gryphlets/Gryphs/Clouddancers/Owlcats/Owlynxes/Shriekers & Omens: Highly, highly intelligent, but not sapient. I'd compare them to real-world corvids.

Hippogriffs & Hippalectryons: Same as above.

Hydra: They are sapient, but due to their extreme rarity and regular predation of beastclans, they aren't invited to the club.

Narwins: Although they are sapient, they're more akin to real-world cetaceans than human beings. Just as dolphins would not consider themselves humans, narwins would not consider themselves beastclans. They do work with a beastclan, the Bucktooths, during the annual Frigidfin Expedition, however.

Skira: The entry for the Barred Skira claims that they have a sense of humor, which suggests at least some level of sapience. It may be too rudimentary for them to be considered beastclans, though.

Unicorns/Cerdae: They possess a unique intelligence all their own. Dragons with unicorn or cerdae familiars will claim that they can always read their companion, as their companion can read them, and that they communicate in this way. Even so, they aren't sapient, merely highly intelligent.

Wyverns: Like Fear Frogs, they are sapient, but they are also from an entirely separate dimension. It's unlikely they consider themselves a beastclan.

Yeti: Think of yetis as gorillas and beastclans as humans. They're getting there, but they haven't quite crossed the line into beastclan levels of intelligence.

[prettymoonmuses]

thinking of adding Clannad characters to the list. but idk yet. i would add Nagisa Furukawa, Tomoyo Sakagami, Kyou Fujibayashi & Girl in the Illusionary World

[lambilegs]

best friend's older sister!sevika headcanons pt. 2

contains: modern!au, nsfw content (so minors/ageless blogs dni!!), cursing, reader is mentioned to have family issues, hcs + blurbs set pre-confession and post-confession, mention of spanking, strap-on sex (reader receiving), breeding kink, dirty talk, degrading (the word "slut" is used), humiliation kink, sevika physically teasing reader at family dinner, mention of smoking, reader's body is referred to w the terms "pussy" and "clit"

pt. 1

best friend's older sister!sevika who pauses outside her door when she hears the muffled noises of your crying, followed by her sister's voice. her eyebrows immediately draw in concern, stomach turning as possibilities run through her mind. you mentioned having an exam earlier this week -- did you fail it? was someone bothering you? did you need her to do anything?

when her sister's in the shower, she knocks quietly on the door, your call of, "yeah?" pushing her to enter.

once she does, her eyes immediately scan your face, looking for signs of distress. when she finds your eyes pink and glossy, a bolt of nervousness shoots through her, taking her off guard for a second.

once she swallows down the feeling, she tilts her head at you, leaning on the frame. "all okay?" she asks, trying to keep her voice levelled, not wanting to reveal just how much worry is stirring within.

"yeah." your mouth is twisted in something resembling pain, and she eyes you carefully as you sit up in the bed. "it's just, you know, family stuff."

she nods. she understands that, alright. most people would think that being the older of the two, she'd fight with her father less than her little sister, but the truth is that out of everyone in her house, they butt heads more than anyone else. she usually shrugs it off when anyone asks, with her most popular coping mechanism being fuming in her bedroom with a cigar while heavy music blankets over all her thoughts. probably not the healthiest way to react, but it's worked for this long. besides, she doesn't have the patience to sit at a desk and do that journalling bullshit her sister always prattles on about.

"sorry." she contemplates for a few moments on what else she could say to help, rocking on the balls of her sock-clad feet. all she comes up with is, "families suck," silently berating herself for being so incompetent.

but, at least you laugh, the noise a bit breathless, so sevika takes pride in that. "yeah, that's the understatement of the century."

"do you wanna, I don't know, talk about it?" just to ease the weight of the question, she mutters, "you know, I'm pretty good at belting insults at anyone who deserves it."

"oh, yes, I'm sure of it." you nod at the wall where the shower can be heard from. "she's told me how vicious you were in middle school."

she bristles, feeling her stomach tighten in embarrassment. she was a little asshole, alright, and she can't lie, her younger sister bore the brunt of it. something she secretly regrets now -- not that she'd ever admit to it. she probably never would've revealed it you in the first place if not for her sister ratting her out.

"well, I-- that was middle school. I'm not like that now."

your eyebrow raises, lips tilting up. "you know, some people would argue that who you are as a kid shows what kind of person you are at the core of it."

she scoffs. "who, freud? considering the other stuff I've heard about that guy, I think I'll pass on believing that bullshit."

"oh, c'mon, I can tell you all the merits about his theories."

"and while that sounds riveting, I guess, I'd prefer knowing if you... you know, need anything?" she shrugs, her eyes trained on you.

you smile softly, the corners of your lips crinkling. "thank you. I don't feel like talking about it much now, but I appreciate it a lot."

she nods, rasping on the doorframe, unsure as to how to proceed now.

"huh, someone's not really used to this."

she rolls her eyes, sending you a half-hearted glare. "oh, shut up."

best friend's older sister!sevika whose attention towards you is beginning to become obvious, even for you. she's started seeking you out instead of any of your other friends when she's looking for her sister, and when she enters the room, her eyes always flicker to you immediately. it makes you feel like a spotlight is casted upon you, your entire body, your entire being, reserved for sevika.

one day, one of the girls in your group leans over to you, her tone lowered with conspiracy. "you know, I think sevika has a thing for you."

your best friend groans, smacking her arm. "god, please! that's my sister, for god's sake."

"and? she's hot?"

her face morphs into complete disgust, eyes squeezing shut. "please, that's so fucking gross."

while you laugh along with the conversation, you can't help but warily glance to your best friend, mind whirring with thoughts of whether or not she's being earnest. you and sevika aren't, well, anything really -- at least not anything officially declared or acted upon. for months, it's just been tosses and back-and-forths of teasing and flirting. but, there has been no step over the threshold that divides you two between nameless, vague chemistry and the agreement to work towards a real relationship.

but, still, there is something there, and you cradle a hope in your chest that it'll turn into more one day, an actual thing that can be named. but, it's hard to feel positive about that outcome when you're not even certain if your best friend would approve or feel comfortable.

she meets your pondering stare, and you immediately backtrack, turning away so she can't read what's on your face.

a moment later, her palm rests on your knee and she laughs, tone as casual as ever when she says, "honestly, if anyone could tame her, it's you."

your lips part in shock, but she simply squeezes down gently before carrying on with the conversation.

best friend's older sister!sevika who pretty much wants to wring her cousin's neck out when she spots her conversing with you. well, it's not the conversing that's the problem -- she's not that crazy. or at least, she pretends not to be.

it's the fact that she knows her cousin hits on every one of her and her sister's friends, and she's clearly doing that with you right now, eyes half-lidded and voice lowered to what sevika hopes sounds more like darth vader than sexy to you. god, she nearly wants to kill her sister for being stupid enough to leave you alone with her. but, judging from her sister's shit-eating grin from where she stands at the food table, sevika suspects that it was intentional.

she tries not to crush her plastic red cup in her hand and send her vodka-spiked punch spilling everywhere. when her sister had casually mentioned last night that you'd be showing up to this family barbecue, sevika, much to her own embarrassment, had felt an immediate buzz of anticipation at knowing you'd be there. it's stupid, she knows. she's a grown ass woman, not some teenager -- yet, there she was, biting back a smile as she walked up the flight of stairs back to her bedroom. and when she reached her destination, she could barely focus, her thoughts straying to how she'll get a rise out of you rather than remaining on the toy she was meant to be building for the kid she babysits, isha.

she couldn't lie to herself about it. she was goddamn excited.

if only she had known how the day would wind up. it's nearing to late afternoon, and still, she hasn't spoken to you once. as soon as you and her sister had reached, the two of you had met with your usual gaggle of girls. and sevika hadn't been in the mood to entertain their giggles and leering stares upon coming to get you from them. and so, she waited. and then, you were dragged off to talk to her sister's favourite cousins, and then, to the idiot you're currently speaking to. a few minutes into what sevika hopes is a cringe-inducing conversation, her sister had left you to go to the food table.

she knows she has no reason to be jealous of her cousin. after all, look at the dimwit, she barely has game. she's so flashy with it, no subtlety. if you weren't the object of her cousin's attention, she might've actually taken some amusement in watching from afar.

but, no, it just had to be you. she can't even blame her cousin -- after all, you do look damn good, that's for certain. if this wasn't a family event, she'd be dragging you to the nearest corner, pushing you against the wall, and teasing you until you're a squirming little mess. god, she's just throbbing at the idea of it.

but, the feeling gets washed over with ice when her dumb cousin starts stroking her knuckles against your arm. stupid kid. and why are you smiling at her? do you not realize she's flirting? do you like that she's flirting? oh, now that thought leaves a sour taste in her mouth.

her composure snaps when she sees you laugh, and with a firm toss of her cup in the nearest garbage bag, she calmly makes her way to you. she knows she ought to be better than this. she should be the one with sense, with rationality -- the one who keeps her shit together while you become a fumbling mess whose feelings might as well be written on your forehead. that should be you. not her.

but, it's like her mind is working on overdrive, all her instincts honed in on making sure she takes you away and has you all to herself.

when she slides next to you two, your jump in surprise, looking up at her. her eyes rove over your features, drinking you in, wondering momentarily if you even realize how crazy you drive her.

"hey, sev, are you looking for your sister? because she's--"

"no," she cuts in, her palm bracing against the small of your back. "give us a sec."

"wha-- but, I--"

sevika doesn't give her cousin a moment to protest, firmly guiding you away to the front of her house, which has been left secluded now that people are eating in the backyard.

when you stumble into her back from her sudden halt, you blow out a frustrated puff of air. "what the hell was that?"

she feels her thick, dark eyebrows furrow, her gaze casted down on you, unwavering and focused. "I should be asking you that. why were you talking to her?"

"your sister left me with her!" you protest, your voice raising a pitch she'd find cuter if it weren't for the sour taste in her mouth.

"and? that makes you incapable of leaving a conversation afterwards?"

your eye twitches. "and why should I have left the conversation?"

sevika swallows, feeling her throat bob with the movement. if she acts like some jealous girlfriend, it'll be all too clear what it is she feels. and that's a bit too exposing for her. sure, you two flirt and push-and-pull, but it's something she could easily pass as a game if ever needed be. but, jealousy, disliking you talking to someone other than her? that's way too obvious, and there's no way of covering that up.

so, she takes a different route. "you know, if you're gonna be hitting on someone at this thing, it should be--"

"you?"

she nearly splutters, blinking hard at your growing smirk before continuing. "no. it should be someone other than the fuckboy-wanna-be relative who hits on anything with a pair of nice legs and pretty eyes."

your smile only widens and sevika has the sudden urge to bend you over her lap until you're a sobbing mess.

"so, you think I have nice legs and pretty eyes?"

"are you dense? how is that what you focus on?" despite the harsh undertone of her words, she can feel her body stiffening up under your watchful gaze, desperately hoping you don't realize just how badly she wants your attention. it feels pathetic, really, to be putting up a fit like this because just you spoke to someone flirtatious other than her. shit, she needs to save some face.

"yeah, because I think it's weird how you're dictating who I can speak to as though you're my girlfriend or something!"

"that's not how I'm acting--"

"yes, it is!" you scoff, stalking up to her and pointing a finger against her chest, the contact making her jerk back from the spark it leaves. "you wouldn't be this pissed if it was just about concern."

she's silent for a few seconds, her mind running through possible comebacks. the only one she can think of is a hard, "you don't know that."

you tilt your head at her, as though she's some kid in need of a scolding. it only exacerbates her frustration, causing it to flare up low in her gut. "well, if it's just about you being concerned, then let me continue talking to her. you warned me, I took it in stride, and if things go wrong, you can always rub it in my face late, okay?"

she sighs, beginning to regret having ever acted out now that this is the turn the situation is taking. you were supposed to take her words in, and do as she says. instead, you're arguing back, just like you always do. but, she knows that at this point, she'd be a hypocrite to complain about it. she knows it's why she likes you.

"you really want that?"

you cross your arms over your chest, and sevika tries not to let her eyes stray downwards. "is there a reason why I shouldn't?"

stupid mind games. sometimes, she hated being gay because of this.

she likes you, sure, but she doesn't have the patience to beat around the bush. which she's aware is hypocritical and stupid, considering that's what she's been doing this entire conversation. but, still.

so, she shrugs. "beats me."

your eyes flash with something, jaw clenching. sevika can't tell if it's a look of determination or anger.

but, what does it matter if you're spinning around to stomp back into the backyard?

she releases an exasperated breath, fishing for her cigarettes.

best friend's older sister!sevika whose voice makes you jump when you're stirring instant noodles in a frothy pot of water later that night.

"jesus, sevika!" you gasp, your other hand flying to clutch your chest. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"it's my house, remember?" she dryly remarks, padding over to the fridge and grabbing a carton of milk. pinching the flap open, she drinks straight from it. you'd find it gross if it weren't for the way her lips wrap around the soggy cardboard material, the muscles of her neck protruding as she gulps it down.

when she bends down to put it back, you turn away, your stomach churning from how any bit of laughter is totally drained from her voice, leaving it flat and achingly unfamiliar.

you've felt guilty since the barbecue. sure, it's annoying that she makes demands of you without actually admitting her feelings. but, it's clear that she was upset in that moment. so, maybe you should've been a tad nicer.

"uh, sevika?" you meekly call out right as she's about to exit the kitchen.

she freezes in the entryway, casting you a sidelong glance over her shoulder, which is pinched from the strap of her tight tank top. god, you wanna kiss the indent it leaves.

"I..." you trail off, shifting side to side on your feet, the low bubbling of the water the only noise filling the room. you don't know what's too much or too little, so you mull over your words before tentatively saying, "you know, I'm not interested in your cousin. like, at all. I had no intention of flirting back with her, or, like, pursuing something with her."

she's silent for a few seconds, her eyes flicking away as her jaw tenses, which sends her cheeks hollowing out. you stare at her for a few seconds before focusing your attention back to stirring the noodles, needing something to occupy your thoughts other than the thick, stifling tension seizing the air.

finally, she speaks, her voice low but firm with surety. "well, I didn't want you to flirt with her... for reasons other than what I said."

your stomach tightens up in anxious, gut-wrenching excitement, forcing your mouth to remain in a clenched line. you know this isn't exactly a confession, but it's unspoken between you two -- what she means, that is. there could only be one reason other than concern that would explain how protective she was earlier. a reason that, sure, you're not certain about regarding the details or her intentions, but that nonetheless has you feeling like you could jump with the amount of energy surging through you at the mention of it. no matter how vague.

you can sense she won't say anymore, though, her body rigid with tension. so, to try to lighten the mood, your own body sagging in relief now that you two have somewhat made amends, you drawl out, "yeah, that much was clear."

she snickers, turning fully to you and propping her arm on the door frame. you expect her to give her own retort, but instead, she just... watches you. smirk slowly curling on her face, eyes crinkling in amusement, she simply stares at you.

after a few moments of feeling like the side of your head is burning from her razor-sharp gaze, you say, "what?"

the corner of her mouth quirks up further. "for someone who says it was obvious, that was a pretty big grin you had on your face just now."

you huff indignantly, ducking you head down to the noodles in order to avoid getting caught in your flustered state. "well, I'm just grinning because my noodles are almost done."

she peers at the time flashing over the stove before shaking her head and grimacing at the pot. "why are you even eating this crap at 2:00AM? we have actual food in the fridge."

"I was craving this," you defend with a squeak, shooting her what you pray is a convincing glare despite your heart racing from her earlier words. "besides, I didn't know if your family would be having the leftovers."

"don't be stupid," she chides gruffly. after a pause, she adds, "you know you're family."

this time, you can't resist the beam that overtakes your face, eyes squeezing in delight as your cheeks throb pleasantly from the joy embracing you. you've, of course, heard this sentiment from your best friend plenty of times before, but never from sevika.

"thanks," you murmur feebly, sending her a small, bash smile.

she simply nods in return, her lips pressing together as she continues observing you.

part of you basks under it. the attention of her focused grey eyes, the heavy weight of her gaze -- it all sends a thrill to you that's hot and burning, making you feel you're being revived from a lifelong slumber. how did you ever manage without the life-altering feeling which is sevika's gaze directed to you?

"so, I guess I should head up," she says, sticking a thumb behind her.

your body immediately tenses in protest. she can't leave -- not like this, not after this tender moment you two just shared. not when her presence here holds the contrast of warm assurance and ice-cold surprise that you're always craving.

a loud "no!" bursts from your lip as she's just about to turn.

when she sends you an inquisitive stare, forehead wrinkled in confusion, you feel your face heat up in embarrassment over your over-eagerness. but, it's too late to scale back, so you force yourself to proceed with, "I just-- why don't we hang out a bit? maybe watch gilmore girls. and, I don't know, share the noodles and, well, left overs."

her eyes widen, lips parting in surprise, and it almost makes you want to cackle. how could she even be surprised you want to spend time with her? are you just that good at hiding your want for her, or is she that romantically dense?

"um, yeah, okay," she says, a hand curving up along the back of her neck. "but, don't think I'll eat that crap you're making."

your shoulders ease at the joke, laughing as you wag your wooden spoon at her. "it's good, okay? I don't know why you'd deprive yourself of it."

"if I didn't deprive myself, I wouldn't have these." she flexes her bicep, and you try not to let your gaze roam over the toned muscle bulging out. no need to satisfy her that much. "and wouldn't that be a pity for you?"

you bristle, but still find yourself unable to quell the laughter that bubbles up your throat. "fuck off. my life isn't so sad that your muscles are my sanctuary."

"fair point -- maybe 'religion' is a better term."

ugh, her grin is infuriatingly coy as she heads back to the fridge, pulling out a tupperware, her veins bulging out as she grips it.

you want to fuck her so bad. and then, yell at her. and then, fuck her again.

"just, shut up and heat up the leftovers," you grumble, turning your back to her as her laugh, hearty and scratchy in all the right ways, flows from her lips.

honestly, the lack of eye contact is for both of your guys' benefit. god knows how you'll react if you see that cute gap again.

best friend's older sister!sevika who, after you two start dating, places her long fingers on your thigh when you join her family for dinner. she knows it's a bit evil of her, but she can't help it. your body is just so reactive -- a fact that she was delighted to learn upon your first time sleeping together. it just makes it so much fun to toy with you like this.

your leg immediately flinches when her fingernails skim along your skin, and she'd probably smile if she wasn't so well-trained in public play to know exactly how to keep a straight face.

but, you? she knows you're struggling. she can feel it in the way you shift in your seat, shoulders rolling as her warm palm flattens against your skin, her fingers sinking into the plush of your thigh. or how your body suddenly lurches forward when she suddenly pinches her nails into the skin, causing everyone at the table to dart concerned glances your way.

you sheepishly laugh it off, shaking your head and saying, "sorry, I, um-- I just got a weird shiver."

sevika honestly feels impressed that you're able to keep your cool this well, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow. she knows it probably goes against the whole supportive girlfriend thing, but seeing you manage to remain calm only makes her want to test you even more.

and so, she inches her fingers up so that they smooth along the tender skin of your inner thigh. you immediately stiffen up, your back straightening to an almost comedic right angle. sevika's mouth twists, trying to hold in a chuckle at how you writhe when her blunt nails begin to trace shapes into the hot patch of skin. god, she wants to dip her fingers in further, feel the tight heat of your pussy wrap around her digit as she pumps it in and out of you.

she clears her own throat to cut off her breaths from getting too shallow. god, she needs a cold shower or some shit. plus, the entire point was to get you hot and bothered, not her.

trying to gather her bearings, she presses her fingers into the sensitive area, slightly digging in the curves of her nails, trying to replicate she sharp sting you feel when she sinks her teeth into that spot before eating you out.

it seems se's successful, based on the way your legs shift again, pressing together and trapping her hand there. and your cute face is noticeably distracted, expression glazed over, lips hanging open.

when your fingers curl around her wrist, keeping her hand there, she smirks behind the rim of her glass, taking a careful sip before wrenching her hand free from your grip, continuing with her meal.

through the animated conversation her sister and old man are having, she can hear you grunt in frustration.

but, she doesn't even turn to you. after all, what would be the fun if she just gave you what you wanted?

best friend's older sister!sevika who shakes you from your deep sleep when you're curled up on the mattress in her living room, your best friend fast asleep on the couch. before you can mumble incoherently, your eyes barely making out her broad frame through the sleep-tinged blur, she presses a finger to your mouth, quietly shushing you.

you nod, your heavy eyes blinking rapidly to register what's going on. but, you can barely get a whisper in before sevika scoops you up, her strong arms easily carrying you up the stairs to her bedroom. you have to bite back a gasp at the sudden manhandling, though a spike of arousal zips through you from how easily she takes you to her bedroom, dropping you unceremoniously onto her navy blankets.

you frown at her, eyes sharpened into a glare. "sevika, wha--"

she plants her lips on you, crawling on top of you and pinning your body to the bed with hers. she's sloppy and ungraceful with it, shoving her tongue into your mouth and swirling it around yours as a hand slides up to loosely grip your throat.

"you didn't think I'd leave you hanging, did you?" she mumbles against your lips, her hand drifting down your body to start fiddling with the waistband of your pajama shorts.

"well, you already did once, so I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again," you murmur against her prodding mouth, trying to keep your voice dignified in light of all the pants and whines beginning to crawl up your throat.

"awe, c'mon, baby," she snickers, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your cheek while the rest of you practically combusts from the low, scolding tone she takes when calling you that. "even I have my limits."

and, oh, how fucking good it feels for sevika's limits to be broken, you think as she pounds into you with her dark purple strap-on, her hand over your mouth as she pumps her hips steadily, hissing whenever her bed frame bumps too loudly against the wall.

you wrap your legs around her, nails raking up her back as the toy plunges into you over and over again, stretching your walls taut. it feels good, so good, the dull ache of her nearly-too-big dildo making your entire pussy throb in a way that makes you feel impossibly full.

"listen to that," she whispers against your ear, the hot moist of her breath making you break out into shivers. "your pussy is soaking my new sheets. such a mess you're making."

god, you just leak even more from those words, the mix of your juices and the lube creating deliciously loud squelching noises in her room, only growing more pointed and firm when she begins to drill particularly hard, intentional thrusts into you. the movements have the bulb her of dick pushing against your g-spot with every rock of her body, and it sends a warm tingle through you, wrapping your nerves in pleasure and sparking them to life.

you whine against her hand, eyes rolling back when her cold, mechanical finger begins to flick along your clit. the cool, steel-hard texture of it against your swollen little nub has your body arching up, each brush and flick feeling so heightened through all the other sensations running through you.

"yeah," she chuckles darkly, grazing her teeth along your earlobe. "you like that, don't you? getting this pussy slutted out, having me fucking up your guts and making room for my babies?"

your hips jolt up at those words, a loud whine erupting from your mouth before you can stop it. sevika hisses at it, pressing her mouth to yours, her thighs smacking against yours as she continues drilling you into her mattress.

"be quiet," she rasps, her breaths shattering into uneven little pants. "you want everyone in this house to know what a slut you are? you want everyone to know you couldn't last a night in here without getting dicked down by your best friend's sister?"

you can barely respond, your entire body set aflame with the pleasure of her on top of you, surrounding you with nothing but warm skin, hard muscle and filthy, nasty little noises.

"ah," you moan quietly against her mouth, fingers tracing the indents your nails have left in her back. "feels s'good, I just-- I can't--"

"I know, baby, I know," she grunts, fingers wrapping around your jaw and shaking your face like you're her personal doll. "no need to worry your pretty head with talking, yeah? just be good and let me cream this pussy."

and so, you do. over and over and over again.

best friend's older sister!sevika who tries not to smirk too hard when her sister asks over breakfast why you're wearing a turtleneck in the middle of july.

[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

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thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

ames note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.