#like i think i was possessed or some shit

[miriani-lavellan]

Ahh, Lucanis. So let me first say, his scenes make total sense and I'm happy with what we got - we all want more from our faves, but they did manage to compact a lot of trauma and resolution in some fairly compact quests. Here's what I think happened that wasn't made explicitly clear though:

Lucanis chooses the pantry to sleep in because he's been imprisoned and tortured for a year, and he's not ready to leave captivity yet, not inside his head. He locks himself in there because it's familiar misery to him, which is easier to deal with than scary freedom.

Lucanis' letter to Rook before he asks Emmrich to bring Zara back for questioning tells us he's suicidal at that point, and probably has been for a while. Spite, however, doesn't see him as a lost cause - he never uses that to take over Lucanis' body entirely. This is so interesting to me, when we know things like that pretty famously happen all the time in Thedas. He's determined to keep Lucanis alive - and he asks for Rook's help in doing so.

We are in the NORTH now BABY! Attitudes towards spirits and demons are different here, especially in Rivain, and it seems with our Rook too, who never expresses any chantry-esque hang ups (that I've seen). Seer Rowan greets Spite as Determination, and that's how he's introduced by Isabela (with some excitement) if you fight in the hall of Valor. What happened to Spite is just as sad as what happened to Lucanis. He was violated, perhaps corrupted, and definitely trapped - and hurts Lucanis sometimes in his frustration. But, I think he likes Lucanis! He's his host's little head gremlin, and I think the relationship they have (that we don't see too much of) is healthier than any of the possessed individuals we've seen before.

Because? Lucanis is not a spiteful person. He wants revenge, yes, and he's angry, but he doesn't hurt everyone around him because he's in pain. One of the first things he does when he becomes part of the team is go shopping for them. And despite how Ilario and Caterina have hurt him - and you can argue all day whether he's right to be like this - he still cares for them.

I think that when we help Lucanis leave the prison inside his head, we are helping Spite to return to his original nature as Determination just a little more. We're determined to help our friend, and you know what? Spite is too. For himself, firstly, because Lucanis's pain is hurting him, but in the end, he's done it for Lucanis too. There's an argument there that Determination didn't get corrupted at all - just hurt, and that Lucanis, with his loving nature, has been keeping him from turning into a mindless demon of pain.

I thought for a long time that when Lucanis breaks away from kissing Rook, it was because Spite said something horrible to him. But actually, I think it was Lucanis himself, remembering how trapped he is. Thinking about the eventuality of killing himself - I strongly suspect that's what he was thinking about before he fell asleep, and that's why Spite was trying to go walkabout - trying to get out from where Lucanis can't. Lucanis got lost in the moment, but of course he doesn't want to drag Rook into that.

Lucanis making dessert for Rook and thinking that's the same as asking them out (but not actually asking them out) is so completely on brand for him I laughed. He has no idea what he's doing. It would have been nice, though, for Rook to reply to one of the companion's 'so you're together?' banters with... 'we are?' Or for Rook to be able to ask him. Unfortunately, we don't get those convos where we can spam ask questions etc like in DA:I - I did wonder if that got cut and we missed some resolution to that.

Lucanis gives no shits about everyone knowing he's Rook's love interest. He's not ashamed of himself or scared he'll hurt them - Rook has helped both him and Spite. And judging by the way Spite's wings come out to embrace Rook as they kiss Lucanis, I suspect that Spite might love them, too.

[archangeldyke-all]

I JUST WATCHED ACT ONE AND HOLY SHIT

Do you think sevika likes biting? Like when other people do it? Because when I saw caitlyn doing it to her I could’ve sworn there was a smirk on sevikas face.

Anyway could you do like headcanons on this? If that’s okay. I love you❤️

oh i KNOW she likes biting AHAHHAAHAH

men and minors dni

really, nobody's been able to make you cum like sevika can. not even your trusty vibrator.

so, it's not surprising to you that you're always scratching up her back and leaving bite marks on her shoulders, but it is concerning.

you confront her about it early on in your relationship. both of you are naked and catching your breath in bed, sevika lazily smoking a cigarette and rubbing your back as you lay on top of her, your finger tracing the indent of your teeth on her breast.

"sevika... am i too rough with you?" you ask.

sevika chokes on her smokes, then sputters a laugh. "what're you talking about?!" she cackles.

"i'm always tearing your back up with my nails-- you've got, like scars on your shoulders now babe. and i worry that i'll draw blood one day, with my teeth or nails--"

"--okay, shut up." sevika cuts you off. you huff a bit and pinch her nipple, and sevika shivers and giggles. "baby. if you recall, i'm not exactly gentle with you, either. just fucked you like a bitch in heat, love, 'n 'm gonna have to lotion your ass from how much i was smacking it."

you suddenly feel bashful, sevika's casual discussion of the mindblowing sex you just had giving you butterflies. you bite her again, much more gently, now, right on the collarbone. "shush." you demand.

"what, you're shy now?" sevika teases. she takes a long drag off her cigarette before stubbing it out out and wrapping you up in her arms. "babe. i like it when you bite me. feels good to know i'm making you feel that good but... i also just like it. the feeling, and the bruises, 'n the way i get to show everyone you're fuckin' me... in fact, i'd like it if you did it even harder. 'n more. could probably cum in my pants from your teeth on my throat..." sevika admits, her voice trailing off and her eyes darting away from yours.

you chuckle and kiss her cheek. "who's shy now?"

sevika just smacks your ass.

so... you start biting her harder. in your time with sevika you've learned how to treat all kinds of wounds, so you aren't as hesitant as you might be to make her bleed. plus, sevika really fucking does love it.

she gets this excited little smirk going on her face when you start gnawing at her flesh, and when you finally really sink your teeth in (usually on her thighs, just a few inches away from her dripping cunt) she just melts. she whimpers and collapses against the bed and sometimes, if you're lucky, you can see her clit twitch in pleasure, despite the fact that you haven't touched her yet.

the first time she cums from it, it's an accident on your part.

you're at the last drop with her, drunk and grinding and making out sloppily in your little corner of the bar, and some woman across the room keeps eyeing her.

eventually, you pull away from her with a huff, smacking her shoulder a bit.

"w-what?" sevika asks, a little out of breath. you have to bite your lip to concentrate enough to get your words out, to resist the temptation of just kissing her again.

"d'you know her?" you ask, gesturing to the woman.

sevika quickly looks over her shoulder, a frown on her face. "w-who?"

"the bitch that's eyeing you like she's gonna be the one going home with you tonight." you growl.

a smile ticks up at the side of sevika's lips, and you scowl. "jealous, baby?"

"no. jealousy would be if you weren't mine. but you are. i'm possessive."

sevika's smile only grows, and she turns her back on her admirer to wrap her arms back around your waist. "i dunno her, love. even if i did, she'd be the last fuckin' thing on my mind tonight. first thing is your ass. second is your tongue. third and forth right here." sevika says as she squeezes your tits. you can't keep your giggles in.

"what about my teeth?" you tease.

sevika shudders, and before you know it, you're being pinned to a wall.

you groan in her mouth, wrapping one of your legs around her hips as she grinds against you. she shoves a hand under your shirt, groping your stomach and tits as you kiss.

you grab her lower lip between your teeth, and sevika freezes, hot little puffs of air hitting your face as she waits in anticipation for your next move.

you give her lip a soft nip before letting it go and ducking down to lick at her throat.

"ba-baby. please." sevika whines, her hips bucking against you in uncoordinated, sloppy little thrusts.

fuck. fuck. you don't have any real reason to worry, not when sevika's begging for your teeth in her throat. it's so hot it makes you dizzy, and you lose yourself for just a second as you clamp your teeth down into her flesh, hard.

sevika stiffens, squeaks, and then starts to shiver, her body collapsing against you and pinning you to the wall. you wrap your arms around her waist, groaning into her skin as she shivers against you.

"f-fuck!" sevika shouts. you pull away from her throat, blood and spit connecting your lips to her skin as you nuzzle her cheek. "fuck. fuck, i love you." sevika sighs.

you giggle, kissing her scars. "i love you, too, baby. can't believe you just came in your fuckin' pants for me."

sevika chuckles. "'s hot watching you get jealous, or possessive, or whatever." she says with a shrug. "'n i really fuckin' like your teeth."

you gently nip her cheek, then press your bloody lips to hers.

sevika moans at the taste.

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[ankoluvly]

how likely are the Slytherin boys to be toxic?

Characters: Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle

Cw: Toxic relationships of course

- ♡ 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 ( 6.5/10 )

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco is definitely an asshole in the earlier movies and i don’t feel like his attitude would just magically change to drastically. He’s still stuck up.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . I feel like he’d be more on the possessive side of abusive. he can be sweet and kind to you, but at the same time he gives you almost no freedom and tries controlling your everyday.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’ll demand to know where you are 24/7 and expects you to tell him everything. He gives death glares to any of your guy friends and so on.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And don’t get me started on manipulation. he’s the KING of manipulation. he’d make you think that all your worries are just in your head. Or he’d make you think it’s your fault and you’re the problem.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’d act all sweet and make little jokes that you’re to oblivious to pick up on.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I own you, don’t i sweetheart?

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “All i do is try to care for you and you get all stuck up with me. Now is that fair dear? All i am is concerned.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Why is everything always my fault? can’t you understand that there’s the possibility of a war right around the corner?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You get with me knowing who i am, then try to change who i am. You don’t see a problem with that?”

୨୧

- ♡ 𝐿𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝓇𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑒 ( 9/10 )

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . My baby Lorenzo is definitely bipolar. You’ll have a few months, or days, or weeks, of peace.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ‘The calm before the storm’

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Lorenzo’s the mind fuck type. He’d most likely only ever lay hands on you in bed, in a kinky way. He just love’s to let out random shit that gets you mad.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Also a possessive type. But unlike Draco, he doesn’t care about your self respect. Threaten to break up with him? one of your nudes with just your face blurred out is sent ‘round the school. Or maybe he’ll pay some random guy to pretend to be into you just to fuck with you mentally.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . During arguments it’s insult galore.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Now he’s not always just calm, if he feels you’re gone for good he pulls out the manipulation.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’ll find a way to ruin every aspect of your love life while manipulating you into thinking he’s changed, he’ll show up to your house with flowers and ‘sad’ eyes: “I’m so sorry baby, please, let’s start over. I love you so much and i just don’t know how to express it, i promise i’ll do better. I’d do anything for you love.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You’re such a sweetheart hun,”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Break up with me? hm… didn’t you say that ten different times in the past, but you’re still here?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “If you’re gonna act like a slut i might as well treat you like one.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Really? well i thought you would’ve loved for them to see you half naked with how much you were eating up their attention last night.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Please sweetie, You know i was just mad. Nobody loves you like i do.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “We’re bad for eachother, that’s what make us.. well, us.”

୨୧

- ♡ 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒵𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒾 ( 4/10 )

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . My mans mother raised him right.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’s such a gentlemen.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He may be a little passive aggressive when upset but overall he knows how to keep his cool. His cold exterior would warm up when it comes to a women, not wanting to make them uncomfortable or feel like a nuisance.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . But just because he respects women doesn’t mean he’s a push over, if you’re a bitch he’ll probably just leave you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . The most he’ll be ‘toxic’ is just sometimes being a little over jealous and sometimes little insults fall past his lips.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . The best example being when you finally saw one of your long-term friends and you three had dinner (courtesy of Blaise) just for you guys to get in the car after and he’s all moody. He can be a bit of a drama queen at times.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Honestly he’s just so loving most of the time <3

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You ok?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Well if you like him so much maybe you should go home with him instead?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I’m not mad just… disappointed.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Perhaps we should both just leave each other alone for awhile and calm down.”

୨୧

- ♡ 𝒯𝑜𝓂 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 ( 10/10 )

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Is anyone surprised? It’s Tom Riddle we’re talking about.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He likes a woman that’ll have an attitude with others, but you better get rid of that attitude when talking to him.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’s a silent guy, so it’s easy to take advantage of that and flirt with other guys etc. But there’ll be hell to pay after.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’s not the type to beg for you to stay with him if you want to break up, because he simply won’t let you go. if he has to tie you down to the bed he will.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He doesn’t care much for your comfort. He’s willing to use you for his plans if he feels it’ll be beneficial. If a guys acting like a creep he still expects you to keep up your act.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Depending on your house, he won’t bother to hide his disgust in himself that he fell for you (especially if you’re a hufflepuff). He won’t even be ashamed about hiding your relationship while the two of you are still at Hogwarts.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He fucks with you by how neutral he always seems. He can say that most hurtful shit to you but have little emotion, as if he was just stating a casual everyday fact.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You can and Will take it.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “But i didn’t ask you if you wanted to, did i? now go.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You should be glad i’ve kept you alive. If it weren’t for the fact you’re useful, You would be long dead, ‘hufflepuff’.” (because we all know Mr. Tom Riddle doesn’t admit to loving someone)

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Seems you’ve gotten a little carried away,” *Definitely grabbing you by your face aggressively.* “You can talk to others that way but don’t think you can speak to me, your superior, that way. Be grateful for once.”

୨୧

- ♡ 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝓉 ( 5.5/10 )

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Theo doesn’t necessarily seem like the intentionally toxic type, but he’s like one of those guys that are too ‘nonchalant’.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . I feel like he’d unintentionally come off as bored or cold when you two would be doing something or you try talking to him. Or when you’re trying to get on his nerves but he has almost no reaction.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He’d unintentionally make you doubt your two’s relationship even if he’s happy with it. Which, from personal experience, fucking sucks.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . But if you tried talking to him i feel it may depend on his mood, but overall i think he’d take what you said to heart. However still struggle to really change.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . At the end of the day it’s on your preference and if you can deal with a relationship like that or not.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Hah ha very funny,”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I’m going out with Blaise, maybe later?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Yeah it’s cool.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “C’mon sweetheart, you know it’s not like that.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I’ll work on it, promise.”

୨୧

- ♡ 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 ( 5/10 )

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Mattheo isn’t the type to really be toxic when in a relationship. He’s the type of guy that wouldn’t get in a relationship with someone he doesn’t like. If he just thinks they’re hot he’d hook up with them, no need to get in some committed relationship.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Although he is cocky, and his cocky attitude tends to strain some of his relationships. Though it’s all in light fun, not everyone can deal with it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He also has a bad habit of not working on his negative traits. Which would also strain your relationship. When you mention any of his negative traits(But can this man have any?) he’d get defensive instead of trying to understand where you’re coming from.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . So like Theo, i feel like it’d depend on your personality and what bothers you. Overall he’d be a pretty lovey boyfriend.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I would be happy too. Dating *The* Mattheo riddle,”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “C’mon you know you love me,”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . *In some goofy mocking tone* “Why so serious?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Seriously? you’re being overdramatic and you know it.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “That’s whats got your panties in such a twist? seriously?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Written by ankoluvly, 2024 on tumblr!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Just wanted to write and post something quickly because i feel shitty not posting anything.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . I wrote this before bed then lazily proof-read it in the morning, so sorry about spelling mistakes.

[mead-iocre]

Going with the idea of spoilt reader being amused then not amused by people's comments on Leah's post, on everyone's tiktok edits she's commenting things like 'That's my girl. Seriously, she's mine. 😑'

Also just imagine people flirting with Leah at a celebration after a win, the team not knowing if they should step in then this pink manicured hand just slowly wraps around Leah's bicep and everyone's just like 'oh shit, here we go...'

okay so im a bit freaked out because i already have a veryyyy similar blurb written out (about 70% done) in my drafts already. i haven't even added it to the wip list.

i guess great minds really think alike <333

another anon (or maybe its YOU anon) sent in an ask a few days ago saying they think spoiled!reader is possessive, and they would be right! that ask is what inspired my draft actually!

i love the idea of spoiled!reader having a burner tiktok account and commenting under edits of leah being like "thats my girl" (literally) and the other people, who obviously don't know its spoiled!reader's burner account, joking replying like "wdym thats my wife" or "i actually took this picture you guys" and "no shes literally in my bed rn?"

so spoiled!reader immediately texts leah (who's at training): where are you. facetime me right NOW

and leah calls her back immediately all worried, and the first thing she sees on her screen is her girlfriend's teary eyes, pouty face, sniffling "lee-- *hiccup* are you in some other girl's bed? someone on tiktok said you are"

and leah's like: "baby what the fuck you on about-- of course not. i’ve told you to stay off that app, princess"

also yes, she's the clingest girl everrrrr. always touching leah somehow, hand on her waist, entwining their fingers, loving on her etc etc. she does not care who's watching or where they are. if leah's sitting down, that lap is free real estate.

spoiled!reader's a girl's girl UNLESS you're flirting with HER girl.

(stay tuned for the blurb coming soon-- hopefully this sunday!)

[feroluce]

Oh my gosh the way the Pop-Up Shop event ended and what it hinted at that's going on rn, and what it might imply about what's in store for the next time we see Sampo, I'm so excited AAAAAAA

Because it seems it really IS our Sampo, and whereas before I was absolutely delighted by the thought that he was possibly getting fucked with by some outside influence, and that was why he was saying such strange things... There's nothing quite like that going on here. There's no memetic virus messing with his head. There's no imposter, no possession, no nothing.

Just Sampo, and the ominous, all-consuming dread that hangs over his head like a guillotine, as he willingly walks right into what he is sure is a trap. ♡

Because this event was weird right off the bat, yeah? Sampo invites us in on a business deal that won't make him any money? The hell???

And I was just waiting on pins and needles for it to make sense, and oh, I was not disappointed at all. Because I've got a nice meta post about it over here, but Sampo actually DOESN'T make a lot of money most of the time- but he does always get something out of his dealings. He works for favors and good will and networking, but never for nothing. And it was the same here!

Sampo didn't make any money with this little business venture because that wasn't what he needed from it. That was never his goal to begin with. He just needed something entertaining.

Sampo has the key to get into the tavern's basement where Sparkle has been keeping his mask for him, but he still needs to be let into the front door of the tavern itself. The fun stories he got from this event were his entry fee. He leaves at the end because he's probably already on his way to Epsilon, where the World's End Tavern should be.

So that explains part of what was so strange this event. It's the rest of his ooc tendencies that have me like foaming at the mouth though because AAAAAAAAAA

There's long been hints of...some? kind of strain between Sampo and the rest of the Masked Fools. Like it starts all the way back in Belobog's main quest with the big infamous fourth-wall breaking sequence, where Sampo talks some shit.

And it continues in the Aetherium Wars event, where we finally get the confirmation that Sampo is a Masked Fool and even get to see him interact with Giovanni, one of his brethren! And where Sampo talks more shit. He also leaves the trailblazer a warning against Sparkle, who they hadn't met yet, and probably the Masked Fools in general.

And for some strange reason, it seems to be popular fanon that Sampo like. Talks a lot of shit? Or is rude in general? Like I feel like I see a lot of jokes about if Hook says a cuss word, it was probably his fault. But Sampo is actually pretty polite with everyone. I think the only time we really see him be harsh is when he has to set some hard boundaries in the museum event. Otherwise, he conducts himself like a model friendly businessman. Like he IS super shady and slimy, but he's still polite about it. I'm pretty sure the only time he actually talks any shit, and so bluntly, is about the Masked Fools or Epsilon as a whole. He really seems to have some sort of beef with them.

There's also his hilarious relationship with Sparkle, which I'm including for consideration because we don't know how common people like her are in the Masked Fools, so she might represent how Sampo interacts with a lot of them. ...But I'm pretty sure Sampo's grudge with her runs deeper than that anyway jdksajfdkljas

She's so funny I hope she fucks with him more FJDKSJAKD

Anyway, the point is, Sampo doesn't seem to see eye-to-eye with a lot of the rest of Aha's followers. And it was never hinted at before the pop-up shop event, but now I'm wondering if it might be like. An actual dangerous sort of situation.

Because during those brief packaging sequences, you get some. Pretty wild text dropped on you. There was actually a really cool explanation for it by another user already! But basically, all of the phrases are more fourth-wall breakage. They're mostly in-game achievements...except for one.

"This must be a trap create"

We never get to see the rest of the phrase. Just "This must be a trap create."

That is the only one we don't have an explanation for yet, at least as far as I know.

AN EDIT: Thank you to @/kittaykattz for this one, because it looks like someone DID find the source of this line. Unfortunately, it only came up in my search after I looked for the full phrase. I couldn't find it on the wiki before orz And yet this somehow does NOT make it any less ominous ajfdklsjkl The full phrase is "This must be a trap created by a Masked Fool!" and it comes from another in-game achievement, "Boxes and Ladders." Which is really cool, because I had figured the last line must be something from Penacony, since it was the only area not represented so far. So in that way, it fits perfectly with the rest of the text. Now we have one achievement from every area of the game, which fits with the theme that Sampo has been following the Astral Express, the trailblazer specifically. It's the way that it doesn't fit that's the weird part though. Because the rest of the lines that come from in-game achievements are all titles; that's why they were so much easier to find. For some reason, Hoyo saw fit to single this one out. They didn't use a title. They specifically chose the line about falling into a trap set by a Masked Fool, a trap with seemingly no way out, where one's only choice is to take a leap of faith and pray to make it out ok in the end.

Love that. Absolutely love that. That's so fucking tasty, I will be daydreaming for days on end now about Sampo finding himself in a horrible situation with no way out where all he can do is make a desperate attempt and pray to whatever might listen (probably not Aha fjaksljdk) that he'll survive it WHEEEEEE

Because Sampo talks so strangely throughout the whole event, but it gets worse day by day, morose and morbid and dreading and sometimes even almost like he's warning the trailblazer against something about to happen.

I've already lovingly discussed it in an analysis about Sampo's name (alias included) but like. There certainly are some fun connections there. The Sampo of myth was smashed and lost to the sea. Poisson was flooded. Brueghel died suddenly and left a final painting of a storm at sea unfinished.

The Masked Fools are referred to with imagery of water and the sea. And frequently so.

And so I do wonder what Sampo knows, and what he's expecting to happen when he gets to that tavern at the end of the world. If maybe he thinks he's walking right into a trap, and is doing it willingly, doing it anyway, because, well.

Belobog is on the line.

And Sampo has already proven he seems so ready to do whatever it takes to protect it.

[little-wicked10]

You’re Worse than Me 🥃(Billy Butcher Smut)

Summary: The Boys get dragged out by their girls to go dancing. Ain’t nothing like wrangling a bunch of drunk women to keep them from fighting or fucking in the middle of a club.

Warnings: Smut 18+ (duh), cursing, drinking, fighting, breeding kink, subspace, daddy kink, possessive behavior, Butcher being Butcher, Annie, Kimiko, and oc being drunk party girls lol

Notes: This is basically inspired by a scene in Yellowstone where a woman at a bar tries to hit on Rip and she goes up to Beth to be like “I’m taking your husband home” and Beth beats her ass. Alcohol makes people do dumb shit so that’s also the thought behind this smut.

“Bold Italics” - characters are speaking in Kimiko’s sign language

//

“We’re going out dancing, and you’re coming with us. All of you,” Annie said defiantly.

“Oi! Don’t be bargin’ in ‘ere makin’ demands without so much as a ‘ello,” Butcher shot back as he stared at the three women looking over the rest of them, “What do you birds wanna go dancin’ for?”

“And why do you want us to go?” Hughie added.

“We all need to let off some steam. It’ll be fun and we’re going. You can come with us or we can get hit on by drunk assholes. Your choice,” she stared down her surly boyfriend.

The three women knew that it wouldn’t take Frenchie and Hughie much convincing, MM would come to get his party on, but Butcher was fucking stubborn. He hated clubs. The only thing he hated more was some drunk cunt trying to touch her. His girl.

The room was eerily tense as the two had a silent battle of wills, wondering who would cave first under the other’s glare. Butcher thought he’d win until he saw that terrifying look in her eyes. Last time he saw that look, he slept on the couch for four days with his tail tucked between his legs.

Butcher groaned, throwing his head back as he spun his chair, “Fine!”

He rolled his eyes as he heard her and the other women in the room nearly squeal with delight. Butcher sat up in his chair as she pranced over and sat her pretty self on his lap, kissing his cheek then the corner of his mouth before pressing her lips to his ear, “Thank you, daddy.”

His chuckle was dark. She was such a fucking troublemaker.

//

They were like a bunch of giddy teenage girls as they all crowded in the bathroom doing their hair and makeup. Butcher and MM had taken the liberty of raiding Hughie’s liquor cabinet to pour themselves a whiskey. Hughie noticed while the ladies were on cloud nine to finally be going out, the men seemed more apprehensive.

“Am I uh missing something? Why don’t you wanna go out with them?” Hughie asks as he leans against the kitchen island.

“You kidding? You not know what happens when women go out together?” MM asked.

“If you think we’re bad, kid, wait till those birds get a lil nip of tequila on their tongues,” Butcher finished his glass to punctuate his sentence.

Hughie scoffed a little, “Okay. I’ve been out with Annie like a hundred times. She doesn’t go crazy.”

“That’s when it’s just you and her. It’s when you get a group of ’em together,” MM explained, “They just start feedin’ off each other’s energy.”

“Oh sure, it’s all right as rain and fuckin’ roses until they start drinkin’. Then someone’s favorite song comes on which leads to dancin’ and more drinkin’,” Butcher almost rolled his eyes at the thought.

Frenchie piped in from his seat on the couch, “Wrangling drunk women is like wrangling cats.”

Hughie was skeptical of everything they had said. They were grown women, and Butcher and MM were acting like they were feral animals.

Glancing down the hall, all four of them watched as the three ladies made their appearance. Hughie found himself drooling when he finally saw Annie. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the black dress that hugged her body or how she shined with so much sexual confidence. Not sexy confidence. There was a difference.

“But that right there, my son, is why we men do what we do,” Butcher mumbled to Hughie as he shook the young man’s shoulder, “Because who’s gonna help the lil’ lady out of that tight dress with the tricky zipper later? Ay?”

Butcher’s face did little to mask his dirty thoughts as she stood before him wearing a tight dark red little dress, “Fuckin’ beautiful, pet.”

Her smile was sweet as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a loving kiss on his lips, squealing when he roughly grabbed her ass, “Be good, you nasty dog.”

Butcher growled playfully before kissing her again, “Yer one to talk.”

Frenchie saw how unsure Kimiko felt in the light blue dress. While the silent supe tended to wear mainly black, the girls convinced her to try a softer color. Maybe something to match her nails.

“Do you like it? They helped me pick it out,” she gestured towards her dress, “Look! It matches my nails!”

“I love it, mon coeur. You look so gorgeous. So beautiful,” Frenchie sounded a little out of breath as he watched her excitedly showed off her matching dress and nails.

Kimiko smiled brightly as she suddenly took Frenchie’s hand and quickly led the group out the door.

//

Thanks to Frenchie’s connection, they managed to get a private booth for their large party. A mischievous glint passed the girls’ faces when they all saw the stripper pole in the middle of the private area. They were on tequila shot number three when the first signs of the party girls started coming out to play. “Hughie! Take this shot,” Annie giggled excitedly.

Hughie’s eyes glanced around for the glass until he realize Annie was holding the shot between her pushed up tits. Instantly, he turned red and started to sputter a bit, “A-are you sure? Like…um.”

“Don’t be a twat! Get in there, my boy!” Butcher boomed.

“Do it, Petit Hughie!” Frenchie encouraged.

“How do I um…,” Hughie asks flustered.

“Are you seriously asking me how to take this shot?” Annie asked.

“Watch out. Let Daddy show you how it’s done. Grab that shot there, love,” Butcher gestured to the tequila shot sitting out on the table.

She was quick to pick up the glass and nestle it between her cleavage after sitting down on the man’s lap. Butcher instantly buried his face between her tits before resurfacing with his mouth wrapped around the glass, throwing his head back and draining the liquor down his open throat.

“See it’s easy. You got this, baby,” Annie encouraged.

Hughie just shrugged, giving in to peer pressure and taking the shot. They all laughed as Hughie coughed and nearly choked at the feeling of tequila sliding down his throat like a dick.

Butcher greedily groped her bare thigh that sat across his lap when he felt her hips begin to move as her body swayed to the club’s music.

“You gonna dance with me tonight, old man?” her voice was sweet and syrupy.

Butcher chuckled darkly at her attempts to rile him up, “I know this lil’ game, love. You act like you ain’t got the brains you’s was born wit’ til I gotta come round and fuck the sense back in to ya.”

She laughed playfully, “You’re allowed to be a big ass chaos monster on missions. It’s my turn to be a little crazy.”

//

Tequila shot number five was when her and Kimiko took advantage of the stripper pole. Annie and Frenchie threw crumpled dollar bills at them and cheered them on. Butcher and MM simply watched in amusement. The two older men had been around this block before. They’d been young once, and there was nothing better or worse than a sloppy drunk party girl.

“I don’t know how you do it, asshole. But that girl…she’s gonna kill you. Like, actually,” MM admitted to Butcher, “She matches your freak.”

“Better her than the alternative. Rather die chasing that lovely ass than pissin’ in a fuckin’ bedpan waitin’ for the reaper to come and swing me around by me cock,” Butcher scoffed with a little smile.

The two men jerked their heads towards the sound of Frenchie and Annie freaking out. Kimiko had thrown her arms around her friend’s shoulders and planted a kiss to her lips. Her initial reaction was surprise, but the tequila making her brain fuzzy made her kiss back. Goddamnit.

Butcher’s piercing whistle surprised them, “Oi! Behave ya selves!” She pulled away from her friend and rolled her eyes before going back to dancing.

As grown ass women working with a bunch of dick swinging men, it was nice to drink and not give two fucks about anything else. They’d been talking for ages about going out, but there was always too much to do. After passing around a joint at the office one night, the girls conjured up their plan to go let loose and torture their boyfriends.

“He’s such a buzz kill sometimes,” she giggled as she signed to Kimiko, “Good thing he fucks like a beast!”

“More shots! Also you’re a good kisser,” Kimiko giggled.

“What is she saying?” Annie asked.

“She said I’m a good kisser,” she giggled, “And we need more shots!”

Her, Annie, and Kimiko cheered and rushed off to the bar for more drinks before any of the guys could protest. Frenchie moved over to sit closer to Hughie and Butcher who were watching their girlfriends at the bar. They talked and laughed as they waited on their drinks. Hughie noticed how his girlfriend and Butcher’s girlfriend were being flirty with one another, the gap between them getting smaller and smaller.

“Should I be worried?” Hughie suddenly asked.

Butcher barked out a laugh that shook his shoulders, “Not enjoying the show, Hughie? Don’t get a lil’ tickle in ya pickle seein’ your bird tongued down my mine?”

“They are just having fun, Mon Petit Hughie,” Frenchie added, “Women express themselves more through sexuality.

“So we’re just supposed to watch our girlfriends all make out together and not do anything about it?” Hughie asked.

Frenchie, Butcher, and MM laughed hysterically as the young man realized how weird women were when they drank. Out of the corner of his eye, Hughie saw Annie get closer to the other woman’s face. He felt himself choke on his own spit when the blond pressed her lips to the other woman’s. The other men glanced over at what had Hughie so flustered and gave an amused chuckle.

“Fuck that’s a pretty sight, ain’t it?” Butcher smirked as he lit a cigarette.

When the other woman ran her fingers through Annie’s hair, Hughie went to stand up to break up whatever was happening with his girlfriend and her friend. He was stopped by Butcher and Frenchie clapping a hand on his shoulders and forcing him to sit back down, “Just let it play out, son.”

As the experienced, older men expected, the two girls parted with a giggle before taking the shots that been set on the bar. Those girls put on quite a show, driven by alcohol, curiosity, and the need to tease.

“Tequila, my boy. Tequila is a man’s greatest ally and enemy,” Butcher took a drag.

//

He couldn’t remember what number shot she was on, but the way she danced told him it was probably close to, if not over, ten. Her eyes were glazed over and staring into his as she danced with Kimiko under the colorful strobe lights. The way she guided Kimiko’s hips to move with hers to the rhythm of pounding music made him think about how that lovely little minx would be riding him when this was all said and done. Just let her take out the rest of that clear liquor coursing through her body on his.

His sinful thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a wobbly presence sitting down and leaning against him. The smell of vodka and shitty perfume filled his nose when a drunk girl sat next to him.

“Hey. Got a light?” she held out an unlit cigarette.

Butcher reached into his pocket to pull out his lighter. He flipped it open and flicked the flame to life, lighting the girls cigarette before shutting it. He never broke eye contact with his dancing vixen out on the dance floor, but her expression had changed from one of wanting to devour him to an annoyed grimace at the other sloppy party girl treading into her territory.

“What’s a handsome guy like you doing by yourself?” the girl exhaled before turning her body to fully face his, tits almost brushing against his arm.

“Night out with my girl,” Butcher jerked his head towards the dance floor.

“I don’t see her,” he felt her eyes still staring at his profile, her hand coming to rest on his thigh, “Besides, with an accent like, I can be your girl. I can be whatever you want me to be.”

Butcher chuckled before leaning over and pointing, “See that lass over there? The one that looks like she wants to tear yer bloody throat out wit’ her teef? Tha’s mine.”

The overly bleached blonde looked out to the dancing crowd and saw who he’d been talking about. She had stopped dancing and was glaring in their direction, whispering something to Kimiko.

The girl turned back with a smirk, “I’m not scared of her. Let me go talk to her. Woman to woman.”

Butcher raised his thick eyebrows in surprise before picking up his drink, “Your fuckin’ funeral, doll.”

He watched in amusement as the drunk girl strutted her way over to the lioness glaring her down. Frenchie and Hughie sat down on either side of him having returned from the bar. They had clearly noticed the interaction, and Hughie was the first to ask, “What was that?”

“Nuffin’. Just some cunt,” Butcher replied picking up his smoking cigarette from the ashtray.

“Oh shit,” Frenchie suddenly piped in.

They looked up just in time to see Butcher’s girlfriend deck out the blonde girl that had been flirting with him just moments ago. All three men were up on their feet the second the girl hit the floor and proceeded to be kicked by the woman she’d tried to “talk” to.

“Motherfucker!” Butcher growled as he rushed to stop her from ripping a chunk of bleach blonde hair from the poor girl’s head.

The crowd parted as they watched the fight, a couple people pulling out their phones to record. Hughie and Frenchie were quick to push Annie and Kimiko out of the way as Butcher swooped in. Prying her off the poor beaten and bloody girl, Butcher threw her struggling ass over his shoulder and booked it out of the club.

“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING SKANK! PUT ME DOWN, BUTCHER!”

“OI, OI! LET’S FUCKIN’ GO!” Butcher hollered.

She still yelled profanities and threats as the others led the way out of the club. By the time they reached the outside, Butcher couldn’t help but laugh at the little woman fighting like a badger and cussing like a sailor. He kept laughing as they all ran down the sidewalk towards the van. When they finally slowed down, Annie had fallen onto the side walk giggling with heavy limbs, and Kimiko was being carried in Frenchie’s arms with a satisfied drunk smile.

“This the downside of tequila?” Hughie huffed out trying to pull Annie up off the ground with no success, “This what you were trying to warn me about?”

Butcher panted out a laugh before readjusting the woman on his shoulder, “Aye, it is.”

Hughie suddenly struggled with Annie as the girl was up and grabbing at his clothes and kissing on his neck. “Annie, babe. Babe, we are in public!” Hughie complained as he fought off the small woman’s advances.

“C’mon, Hughie! Let’s be naughty. Take me over to an alley or something,” Annie giggled like crazy as her hands slipped under Hughie’s shirt.

Butcher turned back to see the young lad fighting to keep his lady out of his pants, “Ya alright, lad! Keep ‘er movin’! Soon’a ya get her home, the soon’a she can jump ya cock.”

Butcher heard MM honk the horn from down the street, flashing the headlights as he leaned out the driver’s side window. Butcher began to walk in the van’s direction when he felt her reach down and smack his ass hard.

“Ay!” he popped her ass making her squeal, “MM might be right. You plannin’ on killin’ me, love?”

“Only way to guarantee no one comes after me,” she slurred dreamily, “Is daddy gonna punish me later for being bad?”

Butcher smiled and crinkled his nose, jostling her on his shoulder, “Fuckin’ mess you are.”

//

A grunt left Butcher’s throat as her small hands frantically and expertly unbuckled his belt to start pushing them down. As soon as his jeans and boxers were around his ankles, she shoved him to sit on the edge of the bed as she bunched up the skirt of her tight dress over her ass. She was quick to straddle him and take his hard cock in her hand. Butcher moaned into her mouth as he dug his fingers into her hips, urging her to have a seat. She notched his tip at her entrance before slowly sitting down into his lap. One hand kept his dick steady while the other threaded into the hair at the back of his head for balance.

Both moaned and panted into each other’s mouths when her ass was flush with his thighs, his cock stretching and filling her deliciously.

“F-fuck, pet!” Butcher’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.

A shiver trickled down her spine making her hips roll. His hands left her hips to trail up her body and pull down the top of her dress, tits spilling out for his hungry mouth and hands to attack. Both hands dug into his hair as his mouth enveloped one of her nipples and her hips began to roll frantically.

“Your cock feels so good, daddy!” she whimpered.

“Couldn’t wait to get me paws on ya after watchin’ ya pretty ass dance all night,” Butcher smirked against her chest, one of his hands releasing her breast to snake up her spine and hold the back of her neck, “You just take what ya want, don’t ya, love?”

She ground down harder making him slam fully against that spongey spot inside her. A whine tore from her throat as she bounced and ground frantically in his lap. Butcher reached up and wrapped his teeth around her earlobe, nibbling and sucking to encourage her on, “Keep usin’ me, pet. Get ya self off on daddy’s cock. There’s a good girl.”

Her needy whines and moans encouraged him to thrust his hips up into hers and help her chase that high. His hands changed their position to grab her hips again and shove his dick as deep inside her as he could. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth fell open as Butcher’s callused hands kept her positioned so the tip of his dick stayed against her g-spot.

“Only cunt tha’s allowed to cum on this cock, this ugly mug, these fingers,” Butcher slurred, “Only cunt I wanna cum in.”

Her nails scratched his scalp, “F-fuck I’d let you live inside me!”

“I know ya would, love. Can feel how much this cunt loves my cock in her. If I had it my way, you’d stay tied to me bed, naked, and full,” Butcher sucked a deep hickey into her neck.

She rested her forehead against his, “You’re mine! This cock is mine! This mouth is mine! Fuck that fucking bitch that asked if I wanted to watch her fuck you!”

“Yer so fuckin’ sexy when yer jealous,” Butcher growled and reached down to rub his rough thumb against her clit, “Cum on me cock, my good girl, then I’ll fuck this cunt so full of me there’s no way it doesn’t take.”

Her body began to poise as her lips frantically met his, wrapping her arms around his neck and desperately chasing her high. As the coil snapped in her abdomen, she cried out into his mouth as she gushed around his large girth. Her body shook as if she’d been electrocuted, and Butcher groaned at the feeling of her cunt squeezing and squirting all over his cock.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Squirtin’ and gushin’ all over daddy,” he cooed.

“I love you! I love you! Fuck, I fucking love you, Billy!” she cried as her orgasm still rippled through her.

He chuckled darkly as he kept fucking her like a mad man, “Love you too, my little troublemaker.“

“Cum inside me, please!” the desperation was evident in her voice, “Please, baby! Please!”

“My desperate lil’ whore,” Butcher smirked as her cries drove him closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips weakly met this thrusts, letting him use her body like she had used his. She kept gushing around him the more he pounded. Her lips were next to his ear begging and crying for him. Butcher’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he groaned and grabbed her ass roughly.

“Put a baby in me, Billy. I want your baby.”

Good Lord.

He came so hard he saw stars. A sinful moan vibrated out of his chest as she sobbed out something along the lines of ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’. Butcher kept thrusting up into her, whispering praises in his gravely voice. She didn’t know how long they sat there breathing each other’s air, but her post orgasm buzz put her in the syrupy sweet headspace that made her more desperate and pliant

“I want more, please,” she whispered against his lips.

Butcher nipped her bottom lip, “Ain’t stoppin’ till the bed is soaked, pet.”

//

Thank you to @shirley-girly for proof reading this😂💕

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 7 | Underground Secrets

summary: your boss has set up a dangerous mission for you—to take down the intel of the notorious rival gang, The Vipers. Your boyfriend, a drug dealer of a rival organization, Chris is advising you not to go through with the plan because of how dangerous it is for someone like you, will you listen to your boyfriend or value your reputation over the risk of life and go through with the plan?

warnings: ANGST, gang membership, drug dealing, strong language, mentions of committing murder, arguing, a dangerous mission, the risk of life or death, illegal possession of firearm, illegal underground gangs, viewers advisory is supervised! Proceed to read with caution

authors note: and the one week mark finally arrived! Tysm for all of the love and support I’ve received during this whole week and I’m proud to announce that week one has been done, there’s still a lot of steps to take before reaching the end but we’ll get through it! Luv y’all so much & hope y’all enjoy this one

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The city's dim lights flickered like a heart in distress, throwing long shadows that danced over the crumbling warehouse walls. I slumped against a rusted pillar, arms crossed, determination etched on my face. Chris, the infamous drug dealer from the rival gang, stood before me. His messy hair showed the exact replica of the tension in the air. Our eyes met, his glare sharp, frustration carving lines into his hardened features.

“Are you fucking insane?” Chris exclaimed, running his fingers through his messy locks in pure frustration with my stubbornness. “You’re seriously thinking about going through with this? Killing that intel guy for the Vipers? That’s a one-way ticket to getting yourself killed!” I straightened my posture, breaking the heavy silence between us like hammer on glass. “This is my job, Chris. I’m backed into a corner. My boss demands results, and if I fail, I’ll be the one buried in a ditch.”

“Do you really think I want to see you six feet underground for some bullshit mission?” He closed the gap between our bodies, his voice filled with urgency. “Listen, I’ve seen how these Vipers play. You’re walking into a total trap. They’ll have their eyes on you, and the moment you walk in, you’ll be history.” I stood my ground, not letting his shooting fire walk all over my resolve. “What did you just say? It’s just a job, I’m good at what I do. I can handle myself for once.”

"‘Handle yourself?’ Chris scoffed, a bitter laugh rumbling in his throat before escaping past his lips. “This ain’t some amateur shit, this is the Vipers we’re talking about! They don’t play nice, and this intel guy, he’s not your average rat. He’s got layers of protection, and I promise you, they’ll be ready to take you down.” His words hit hard, a mix of care and frustration mixed together. But I couldn’t show any signs of vulnerability. ‘I get it, but you can’t decide for me. I’m no damsel in distress, Chris. I can fight my own battles.’"

“Fighting and getting yourself killed are two different things,” he retorted, fists clenched together and almost threatening to do unspeakable acts. “And what do you think will happen if you go in there and fail? You think they’ll just let you go? No! They’ll take you out, and I won’t sit around and wait for news that you’re dead.” “You’re trying so hard to act like you give a shit about me,” I shot back, my anger rising to higher levels. “When have you ever given a shit about anyone but yourself? This is my life! If anyone’s making the final choice, it’s going to be me.”

“Damn it, you’re right,” he murmured, his voice barely a breath. “I can’t afford to care about everyone. But you…” He rubbed his face, laying the vulnerability I never saw coming. “You matter. I don’t want another goddamn funeral to attend because of this war.” For a minute, the walls between us felt like broken glass, and I noticed a spark of connection. But that spark couldn't wipe the weight of the mission on my back. I stepped back, shaking my head. “This deep in, I can’t back down. It shows weakness, you know how they treat that in this game.”

Chris's blue eyes blazed with intensity. “And if you have to sacrifice your life to prove a point, then what does that make you? Some fucking plaything for a bloodsucking boss? You deserve better than this!” A sharp stab pierced through my heart, a mix of rage and something deeper like fear. Fear for my life. Fear for this weird connection that felt like a chain. “This isn’t up for discussion, Chris. I’ve got a job to do here.”

His tone softened, becoming almost desperate. “I’m not asking you to quit. All I’m asking is for you to think. We can come up with a better plan. We can…” he paused, then added, “we can work together.” I become blindsided by his heartfelt sentence but I couldn’t let him get anywhere near danger this high of a lever, even though he is a strong ally to have on your side, I can’t bear the idea of him stepping into the wicked battlefield against the Vipers with not enough experience with them beforehand.

“I’m not letting you get anywhere near danger like this, it’s The Vipers. Without any experience with them in the past, there’s no way you’ll make it out of there.” The weigh of my decision hung above me like a noose, knowing how desperate he’s already got to make me stay and to what levels he could climb to make me think I have no other choice. “I’ll be fine, you can’t do this shit alone.” He pleads, the look in his eyes almost begging me to let him go with me, the vulnerable side of him is starting to show that rarely anyone gets to see.

While in the middle of the conversation mix between stubbornness and desperation, my phone rings inside of the pocket of my jeans, alerting me of an incoming call. Pausing for a moment before answering the call, finding out it’s coming from my boss with a demand to get the job done as fast as possible since if the Vipers figure out our plan they’ll be on the move immediately. He hangs up the phone, it beeping which indicates the call has reached an end.

“I have to go, don’t follow me.” I provide, shoving my phone back into its spot while picking up the black hand gun sitting on a nearby old crate. “Don’t dare to argue with me about this further, I have to get it done before the Vipers catch on.” He slumps over to me, rolling his eyes at how idiotic my decision is. Delivering a soft kiss on my forehead before letting go of me completely, glancing down at my face with sorrow etched into the features of his face. “Just don’t die on me, okay?” “I won’t, I promise.” With the last words placed on the table, I take off and walk towards the exit. Slipping on my helmet for protection before hopping onto a black motorcycle, sparing Chris one last glance before taking off into the dark dangerous night with determination to prove my worth and end the Vipers for good.

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[pixitarot]

bang chan as a bf

🅽🅾🆃🅴: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ

i didn’t expect some of the cards i got tbh. please take this with a grain of salt lol.

pros:

- a hopeless romantic. i think i mentioned this already in my ideal type reading but he is big on just being with that one person for the rest of his life.

- a desire to make all of his person’s wishes come true. yall know that song by big time rush “any kind of guy” i was hearing that in my head lol specifically the lyrics “any kind of guy you want girl, that’s the guy i’ll be, turn myself upside down.” corny ik, but i think he would say cheesy shit like that lol. i literally have not heard that song in a minute. basically he would do anything that his person desires. they want a dog? he’ll get one. they want to take a dance class? he’ll sign them up for one. those are just some examples

- he lovesss to spoil his partner. i honestly think gift giving could be a big love language for him. it makes him feel good seeing his partner enjoy things that he has bought them or things they have bought with his money

- he would defend his partner no matter what. he does not fuck around when it comes to the people he loves, so if someone disrespects his person, he won’t stay quiet

- he’s always keeping his promises! even with his busy schedule, he will make time for his person . i think he could even have this routine where they like go watch a movie every saturday or smth. reminds me of when he would go live every sunday lol. if he wouldn’t be make able to make it, he’ll schedule it for the next day. he will always do something to make up for it

- he’ll always keep the relationship feeling new. yk how the honeymoon phase wears off, he’ll do everything to make things more fun and romantic. he could plan so many cute dates. he would always know the right things to say. he could literally give u butterflies even 5 years of dating him just because of his smooth talk lol

cons:

- chan could be….pretty dominant. now this obviously doesn’t mean he’s gonna go crazy controlling his person. however, he’s a natural leader. he leads in his career, and it melts into his relationships as well. he likes to be the one to make the decisions. he could be stubborn in his ways so he won’t back down. it’s his way or the highway vibes

- chan can be hot headed. it seems like he would try really hard not to fight with his person, but it just never works out. he could be pretty passive aggressive when he gets mad. i’m not gonna lie i feel like he could bicker a lot with his partner.

- remember how i said he loves to spoil his partner? well he could use this to his advantage as well. chan could do/say something to upset them and he’ll spoil them as an “apology.” ik some of yall would find this a pro lol but this can cause resentment overtime. maybe he isn’t good at apologizing, but with communication from both sides, this can change.

- i think chan can be super overprotective. i could say possessive aswell, but im more so getting overprotective. it’s like he has this fear that something could happen to his partner, and this can scare him. it could be something he overthinks about a lot in relationships. it’s almost paternal like. like a father worrying about his daughter. of course, many could see this as a pro, however, it could get to the point where it becomes suffocating because it’s like…are you my father or my boyfriend? i’m seeing him lightly scold his partner for being out late lol. it’s stuff like that.

astrological dice:

leo, cancer, 6th house, 3rd house

romantic and fun, and confirmation on the routine thing with the 6th house. communication is something he’ll need to work on. he could be nurturing to his partner with the cancer. i think he likes to be the one his partner goes to if they’re sad.

i want to emphasize that the cons could easily be changed overtime. if he had a partner that sits down and talks to him about their boundaries, chan would 100% listen and would stop doing whatever makes his person uncomfortable. i honestly don’t think chan is too experienced when it comes to relationships…so it is also a learning experience for him.

[electricalhuzzah]

HELLO the Heinz dilemma ate my brain and became *the* handyman bill fic and i was so excited to see you got tumblr because I need to talk to someone about it

Anyway Mabel wanting to matchmake for Bill got me thinking about a situation where she’s like “I found someone perfect for you!” And obvs he tries to get out of it but Stan/Dipper are like “if it makes Mabel happy you’re doing it you triangle”

So he *does* and obviously Ford handles it Very Well (read: pitches a fit) and relationship reveal happens and then Stan and Dipper are like “WOAH you’re cheating on my brother/Grunkle Ford! Dick!” and Bill’s just there like. You two made me there is no world in which this is on me

(Sorry for the idea dump I just needed to get it out of my brain and every chapter of the fic gives me a new brain worm that’s how good it is)

SCREAMING VEHEMENTLY I RECOGNIZED UR USER AND IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY SILLY FIC AAAAAAA

i don’t wanna give away too much, but that line about mabel matchmaking for bill was not just a throwaway line, i do in fact have a chapter planned in that vein >:)))

you’re so fucking cash dollar on the money about ford pitching a fit. stanford pines the type of guy to say some shit like like “i’m a grown man, i don’t get jealous. at the end of the day my partner comes home to me and thats what matters :)” but in practice he’d be so possessive he shoots daggers at any customer whose hand lingers too long giving bill cash at the register. this is a man who was in fight or flight mode for like thirty years. he has killed for less.

as for how the relationship reveal happens,,, i wont say anything yet for fear of giving it away, sorry to keep you on pins and needles my good man.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL UR SUPPORT !! <33

[i-lost-my-last-blog]

I have taken it upon myself to judge all the ace attorneys and legal professionals ( and then some !) in terms of how they would be as a partner . 1 sentence explanations only

(Warning this is stupid and long also play ghost trick )

legal disclaimer this is a joke

Blaze Debeste - The fact that the prevailing fan theory is that he murdered his wife is probably not a good sign

Kristoph Gavin- He WOULD gaslight you people stop simping , that man is a MENACE

Sebastian Debeste- That is a teenage boy

Godot- He would make you do all the fucking work and then be so condecending too don't even lie

Simon Blackquill- Simon would not want to be in a relationship with you tbh and who are you to force him

Miles Edgeworth - He is already a taken man

The Judge - That man is too senile but he seems like a loving grandpa :(

Fransiska Von Karma- unreasolved anger issues do not bode well but if nothing else she is devoted , cute lesbians may have a chance

Nayuta Sahdmandhi- Not a single day of peace without him arguing with you in circles I fear

Phoenix Wright -Phoenix has two hands and they were already taken years ago

Apollo Justice - If I had a lame ass boyfriend-

Klavier Gavin - Probably a good boyfriend but his fanbase gives me possessive kpop fandom vibes

Athena Cykes - Asks hella intrusive questions but generally supportive??

Mia Fey - Woman sexy AND nice ?

Callisto Yue - If you are into bullying and humiliation she would provide plenty

Robin Newman - Probably needs to figure out the disphoria situation first but if loudness doesn't bother you the deal doesn't seem bad

Aristotle Means - Take it from me you don't want to date a Greek statue much less if his slogan tries to justify murder

Manfred Von Karma - Canonically a wife guy???

Raymond Shields - He is giving cringy dad energy but I just KNOW he gets petty as hell during fights

Phoenix Wrong (Furio Tigre) - He does not love you don't fall for it he just wants the insurance

Judge Courtney - She is OUT of your league

Robert Hammond - There is no way you would find him alive to romance , there is LITERAL cosmic intervention

Professor Courte- Apparently the only sane person in that entire academy so points to her I guess

Dhurke Sahdmandhi - Also canonically a wife guy but becoming his automatically makes you an enemy of the state AND a tragic widow

Hugh O'Connor - Do you count his lying about his age as catfishing ?

The Kurain Judge - ??? I don't think a single person thought of him when the prompt was datable ace attorney characters and I'm already reaching with half of these people

Lana Skye - She loves you but goddamn is she good at making you think otherwise

Juniper Woods - Sweet girl , precious girl would make a great girlfriend if you can handle eating only organic foods

Gregory Edgeworth - Husband and father shaped

Queen Ga'ran - Not only is she a dictator but also a spouse killer

Byrne Faraday- He is not cheating on you he is just out doing his vigilante shit

Winston Payne - He says he is a wife guy , we don't know if she has settled

Gaspen Payne - Professional hater

Ryunosuke Naruhodou - If I had a lame ass boyfriend- pt2

Kazuma Asogi - He would love you but the ghosts of his past cling to him still can you handle that?

Barok Van Zieks - Polite and protective but your political views cannot be progressive

Mael Strongheart - He would feed you to a dog if it came down to it

Auchi Taketsuchi - Probably not the worst husband but he is a conservative in a conservative country in the 1800s so…

Ryutaru Naruhodou - That is a teenager pt2 No relations to Susato Mikotoba

Klint Van Zieks - Husband and father material but his dog is dripping human blood

Judge Jigoku - Yes he is a silver fox but he is also mafia coded

Judge Santa Claus - Is probably already in a committed relationship at the North Pole

Bonus :

Dick Gumshoe : Already taken but either way it's already been established that Gumshoe is peak male performance I'm sorry

Ema Skye - food and forensic prints sharing as a love language <3

Shi Long Lang - look you HAVE to accept that you are getting initiated in a wolf pack of 100 men , yes they are all commited to the bit , no it's non negotiable so if that's not a deal breaker then …. by all means live your omegaverse fantasy

Tyrell Badd - if manpain needed a textbook definition

Bobby Fulbright ( prime ) - I'd describe him as if a golden retriever was prone to moral panic and constant lectures on exaggerated moral superiority and justice

Bobby Fulbright ( lite) - He WILL kill you and steal your identity maybe you don't believe me but it's not my problem if you get replaced

Tobias Gregson - If you are fine losing a husband to heart disease in his early 50s then maybe

Herlock Sholmes - Unless you have nerves and patience of steel it's recommended that you stay as far away from that man as possible for your own sanity and safety, he is hazardous and yes it is contageous

Genshin Asogi - Honestly if I were Mrs Asogi I too would fall gravely ill if I lost such a chad, and she had him in the bag too fully devoted

Lynne Ghost Trick - Needs a partner as well as a babysitter as she does appear prone to stumbling onto life threatening situations

Jowd Ghost Trick - if manpain was a word pt2 but he is actually worst

Cabanella Ghost Trick - Tee hees too close to the sun and is kind of a bitch sometimes but at least you can leave him alone without him having either died or sacrificed himself within the span of 2 minutes

[animelover20]

Y'all why the fuck was I going back through my doffy wips after ages and realised that 4 months ago I blacked the fuck out one night at like 3am and wrote 5-6 paragraphs of the most descriptive, heart wrenching thing I've ever read.

AND ITS IN MY NOTES? I WROTE THAT?!

genuinely reading the dialogue pulls at my heart strings(hehe strings anyway-) it's from doffys pov(atleast so far)which makes it a bit strange but holy shit you just get to peak into this man's thoughts in the best way.(It's so sweet too🥲)

I'd describe the story but I don't wanna spoil it. However I may not even post it because I doubt the rest of the story could compare to how poetic the beginning is.

I suck at writing beginnings(it holds me back a lot cause I know what's gonna happen but I can't get there.) but this is the most poetic shit and it actually makes sense,aside from a few very moments where I use the wrong word.

Btw I also have question regarding the end of that. I can't tell whether sleepy brain was correct or I'm correct. Sleepy me said a window was projecting light but shouldn't it be reflecting? Listen I know that's really dumb but google sucks.

I'm sorry for this big ol ramble out of nowhere lmao I just went back and reread my masterpiece and god it's great.

I'm really proud of it,even if I'm the only person to ever see it.

[stefisdoingthings]

silence

also this is from Wolfwood's POV (in case it isn't clear) i have 0 normal thoughts (every song ever is VW)

[strawberri-draws]

shuichi posting

[pa-pa-plasma]

I know the concept of more supernatural/paranormal elements is cool but it will never stop being funny to me that in every series ever, when a ghost shows up the main characters have to do rituals & research the history of the haunted item or house or even whole town & use specific items like salt & incense & talisman to banish the ghost all dramatically & supernaturally, but in Danny Phantom this kid just shows up with nothing but his fists, a thermos, & pent up aggression. put em the fuck UP, you ectoplasmic son of a—

[silverhalla]

Back at it again with another theory: What if Lucanis’ betrayal wasn’t a betrayal at all?

(obviously, spoilers below the cut)

During The Wigmaker Job, we have some dialogue between Illario and Lucanis about their position within both the Crows and the Dellamorte family. Illario wants Caterina to step down so he can take the coveted First Talon spot. Lucanis reassures him that his time is coming, to which Illario makes a snide comment about whether his cousin would ever go against their grandmother’s wishes. When they continue the conversation after the job, Illario states that Lucanis is the potential heir, that he’s her favorite, and that he’s unlikely to say no to her. Lucanis doesn’t argue, only insists that he doesn’t want to be First Talon, and that he hopes she’ll see reason before that. It’s mentioned again in Eight Little Talons - Caterina favors Lucanis. It’s well-known enough among the Crows that Viago and Teia discuss it in front of her (not on purpose, but she doesn’t deny it). He’s her prodigy through and through.

In the opening scene for the Lucanis quest in Veilguard, Caterina is poised, as you’d expect of the First Talon. She’s certain that the body they buried wasn’t her grandson, that it had been altered with blood magic. She doesn’t pose it as a theory, though: she poses it as a fact. It could, of course, merely be her confidence, but there’s another very unusual aspect to the scene – everyone else discusses how Lucanis was clearly betrayed, that someone must have sold him out in order for the Venatori to capture him. Caterina is the only one in that room who never speaks on it. She doesn’t ask for justice, doesn’t mention vengeance, never acknowledges that her grandson was sold out by someone he trusted – perhaps because he wasn’t. 

What if, when Caterina comes to him with a plan, with an impossible request, he’s still her favorite prodigal grandchild, and he still does whatever she asks? She’s had him tortured before as a child, has tortured and starved and beaten him herself before, because it makes him stronger and more resistant to it in the future. He says in The Wigmaker Job that he used to hate her for it, but now he understands. He justifies it. All Crows justify it, because they have to - if they don’t, then the cruelty wasn’t for survival’s sake, and their suffering meant nothing. Perhaps he doesn’t even question it. When Caterina tells him that she has a job for him, he takes it. 

What if the contract has a caveat? Sure, Calivan must die by his hand by the end of it, a little treat for a job well done, but what if his primary mission is reconnaissance, is discovery? The Venatori are using blood magic to torture and corrupt prisoners. It would behoove the Crows to find out what it entails and how to resist it, before it’s turned back on them. It would have to be someone so deeply, unabashedly loyal to her that when she asked them to infiltrate a Venatori prison, expecting torture at best, their own death at worst, they’d take the job anyway, no questions asked - someone Caterina can trust, certainly, but also someone who has never once said no to her.

And Lucanis has always been a loyal grandson. 

[fourswords]

to be quite honest shadow's characterization in the fsa manga was always something that raised more questions than answers for me because it's like. he's got a mile-wide inferiority complex about being link's shadow we all know this but when did he have the time to develop that inferiority complex in the first place. how long was he lurking around after ganon created him before the events of the manga actually started. what did he witness or hear or both to make him so fucking angry