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JJK Men: Who is Most Likely to Have a Daddy Kink

Warning: this contains smut but not like... explicit smut. More so NSFW talk about kinks and such hehe

A/N: Listen... I used to have a real big daddy kink and I grew out of it forever ago... but sometimes y'all use "daddy" just right in some of your fics and it has me kicking my feet. So, for funzies, I wanted to share my personal HCs on who has a daddy kink and who doesn't lol

Geto Suguru

Sitting pretty and number one is none other than Suguru. Listen, I think this man has a massive daddy kink. I think this man gets off on you calling him daddy in and out of the bedroom. Like honestly? If you are really into it just like he is, he wouldn't mind it if you called him daddy all the time. Like, maybe save for calling him daddy in public or around friends. But in the privacy of your own home? In bed? When no one else can hear you? He'll be putty in your hands if you sweetly call him daddy. Part of the reason I say this is because I think Suguru is 100% a brat tamer, I think he lives for you being a little brat to him just so he can assert his authority over you and put you in your place. He thrives off of the ability to feel superior.

But, roughness aside, he will absolutely give you the best aftercare. Suguru will make sure you know how loved you are, he will constantly ask you for your reassurance that you are alright and he wasn't too hard on you. He'll shower you in love and praise and assure you that you are everything to him. He can get mean when he's in the mood to put you in your place, so he always prioritizes the aftercare.

2. Nanami Kento

I think Nanami has a daddy kink but he's kind of shy about it. Nanami actively hopes that you take the initiative and call him daddy. He's a bit embarrassed about the fact that he really likes the idea of being called daddy. He fantasizes about it when you aren't around to help him get off, stroking himself to the idea of you whispering that one word to him when he fucks you stupid. If you aren't going to take the initiative and call Nanami daddy, he'll eventually give in. He'll likely be balls deep in you when he grits out that you are to call him daddy. He'll be too lost in your body to even feel shame or embarrassment about the request and fuck will he come fast when you finally utter that one pretty word to him. All breathless and fucked out, you'll have Nanami falling apart every time you call him daddy.

Nanami also enjoys alternatives to Daddy, like calling him "sir". Unlike Suguru, he enjoys how respectful it sounds. Nanami won't make you call him daddy or sir outside of the bedroom, it's strictly a sex thing for him unless you express the interest in trying it outside of that scenario. Then, just maybe, Nanami will entertain the thought.

3. Ryomen Sukuna

Before you come and chew me out for the king not being at the top of this list... hear me out. Sukuna is from the Heian period, the man canonically speaks in old Japanese. Hell he asked Megumi to bewitch him. The term "daddy" is a little too new for Sukuna. That's not to say he won't grow to find interest in it. Sukuna much prefers when you call him things like "my king" or "my lord" he even enjoys "sir". But daddy will definitely take some getting used to for him. Once Sukuna gets acquainted with the idea, he will thoroughly enjoy it. He rather likes how flustered you get when you utter the word, making you say it in front of others just to watch them get uncomfortable as you so politely refer to him as daddy. He gets off on the embarrassment more than the word itself, but he does enjoy the nice little ring it has.

Aftercare can be mildly nonexistent with Sukuna. Sometimes his form of aftercare is making you cock-warm him after he just spent hours abusing your most sensitive bits. But other times he'll wrap you in his arms and whisper about how "nobody will ever love you like daddy does." brainwashing you into being content with him.

4. Gojo Satoru

Satoru has mixed feelings about the whole "daddy kink". Depending on your relationship, it may not be rare for you to jokingly call him daddy. Just as he will jokingly call you mommy. But these little "jokes" take a steep turn one night when he's fucking you stupid and he asks you to call him daddy for real. For some reason, it does him in. You'll later learn that you rather enjoy when he calls you mommy while you fuck and then it turns into this awkward little "we shall not speak of this outside of the bedroom" topic. You'll use the words against each other when in public just to see the other get worked up. But, much to Satoru's dismay, he realizes he really does like it when you call him daddy. He can't even explain it, especially since he would relentlessly tease Suguru for having a daddy kink.

Satoru loves aftercare, especially after times when he's punished you. The same can be said for when you provide aftercare after punishing him... having a daddy and a mommy kink is a whirlwind for the two of you. Satoru will clean you up and the tuck both of you in under the nice comfortable blankets, whispering about how he adores you and appreciates you for letting him live out his little fantasies.

5. Fushiguro Toji

Toji isn't really into the daddy kink... mostly because it reminds him of the responsibilities he ran away from... but if you really have a thing for calling him daddy, he's not going to stop you. Toji actually prefers it when you're mean to him, calling him filthy and rude names, belittling him, and calling him a nasty old pervert. He gets off on you being rude to him while he fucks you stupid. Nothing gets him off more than being called a sleazy fucking perv. He doesn't know why but you degrading him will have him blowing his load shamelessly in minutes. But if you really want to call him daddy, Toji will for sure entertain you. Because fuck does he love putting a brat in their place.

When it comes to aftercare, it really depends on your relationship. Toji may just blow his load and then dip, leaving you to clean up and pull yourself together. But if Toji has feelings for you, or if you fucked him really good? He'll clean you up before collapsing in bed beside you.

[charliedawn]

Hello i really like your fanfics about the slashers and I have a request as to what if the nurse one day walks in with a baby in her hands and the slashers think it's hers but not knowing she was just babysitting

(If you do not want to do this request I understand I was hesitant when I wanted to ask this😭)

Warning: Reckless babysitting involved

Freddy: "That thing yours ?"

Freddy is cash.

He ain’t gonna beat around the bush.

The moment he sees a baby in the hospital, he’ll ask himself two things: first, who shagged and brought that thing to life. And two, why is it looking at him like its gonna suck his nonexistent soul out of his body ?

And since there aren’t that many women in the hospital and you were the one holding the baby, he would automatically assume that the pink fleshy thing is yours. He would then be relieved to find out that it wasn’t yours. (Not because he doesn’t think you would be a great parent, but because he kinda sees you as the mama bear of the asylum and could get jealous of not receiving enough attention.)

Freddy *proceeds to carry the baby and puts shades on him and moves its little arms to make it dance on the table*

The baby *stares at Michael*

Michael *stares back*

Michael didn’t really care who’s baby it was. He just stared at it. It was such a funny thing to find in an asylum and he just kept staring at it. But then, he thought about who would be irresponsible enough to leave a baby unattended in an asylum with cannibal clowns ? He hence took it upon himself to take the baby and protect it until the mother or caretaker would arrive…

The baby will be safe if given to Michael.

"Oh ! Nursy laid a child overnight ! Didn’t know your species could do that !" Penny joked as he found the baby.

He did have the craving to take a bite at first, but then he realised the baby was under your care. And as he does respect you to an extent, he decided to spare the child. Besides, the child wasn’t ripe enough for him…It wouldn’t be as nutritious as it would be if it were 4 or 5. He would hence say that he would wait until it is older. He would however observe it and smile at it or do funny faces at it when you’re not looking. He would also throw it in the air (giving you a small heart attack in the process) and giggle as he managed to successfully catch it each time.

The baby *crying his lungs out*

Pennywise: "Give it here."

You *suspicious* : "Why ?"

Pennywise : "Do you want it to sleep ? Give it."

You then witnessed Pennywise use his powers to sing the baby to sleep. Pennywise would lull the child to sleep by singing him a song. Pennywise is older than Penny and has hence a greater repertoire and remembers…everything. He would find a song to make the baby sleep and be extra gentle with it. Unlike Penny, Pennywise is much wiser and careful. He understands the fragility of a baby and would know best what to do with it, even more since Pennywise used to have 7 siblings growing up when he was still human. But, do not leave the kid unattended for too long with Pennywise because after all…old habits die hard and unlike Penny, Pennywise isn’t fussy about the food he eats.

"…Ew."

Patrick Bateman is NOT a baby person, he isn’t a person person on a regular basis, but babies ? They are the worse in his book.

Loud, dirty and can’t do business.

What are they even for ?

The only baby he would get along with would be boss baby. But since he is a character in a cartoon, they would never meet. So the very real baby will stay FAR away from him and he wouldn’t even touch it. He would mildly be interested if the baby is yours, but not a lot more…

You: "Jack. You were a father, right ?"

Jack: "Yeah. Why are you asking ?"

You *dump the baby in his arms*: "Here. I’ll be back in 5."

Jack *momentarily stunned and then calling after you.*: "Hey hey ! No ! Nurse Y/N ! Come back here !"

Jack finally sat down on a chair while the baby was just chilling in his arms and staring at him.

Jack *looks down at the baby and huffs* : "What are you looking at ?"

Him and the baby proceeded to chill all afternoon.

You *forgot the baby in a room*

The baby *chilling on a table and about to roll off said table*

Bo *uses his unexpectedly big brother superpowers and catches it before it falls and then looks down at it…wondering what the hell he just did and why*

The baby *giving him the most baby smile ever*

Him *smirks* : "Well…Ain’t you an absolute sunshine, huh lil’ ugly ?"

Also him *carries the baby to the garage* : "Don’t worry, uncle Bo’s gonna take good care of ya. Lemme show ya how to fix a car now."

Brahms would be happy to take care of it, but he would be clueless and would be afraid to hurt it. Brahms is strong and sometimes he doesn’t even realise how strong. He could involuntarily crush the child. So, he would just sit in front of it and be on guard duty. He would make sure no danger gets near the child and keep an eye on it until you are back. He would then ask if the baby could come back when it is a little older so they can become friends and play tag together.

Brahms *making puppy eyes at you and keeps asking when is the baby going to come back*

[redvexillum]

Will you ever write for Hazbin again?

Hello Annonie,

I know I've recently started talking about a different fandom and it's been a hot minute since I've last posted BUT it's cuz I want to write in advance before I start to post to give an illusion of a regular update schedule 🤣 just for you, here's a little sneak peek into my chaotic organization scheme (translation: nonexistence)

*clears throat and open my word document folder*

Disclaimer: these are all RAW as f♡ck, like salmonella risk. Please don't mind the grammatical/syntax errors! 😢

Caught Chapter 51 (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled ABO (Raw) Alastor x F!Reader Excerpt

Showstopper Chapter 6 (Raw) Alastor x F!Reader Excerpt [currently 18 chapters have been drafted]

Little Red Part 2 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Enchante Alastor x F!Reader Chapter 2 (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #1 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #2 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #1 Vox x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Now, these are all raws and the order of releases have not been planned. Currently I'm working on Showstopper (human!alastor x f!reader set in @redfoxwritesstuff Misdemeanour universe) and Your Boyfriend Fanfic (a gift for a dear friend of mine 🍑). Then I plan to tear through my request list in between updating Caught and Signal.

So TL;Dr, I am still very much entrenched in the Hazbin Hotel fandom. The f♡cking deer demon and TV demon has me by the b♡lls 💖

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to punt my raws out into the world and give an update for other readers mildly interested in my writing status, Lol! 🥰

[transmutationisms]

do you feel like SSRIs are mostly pseudoscience? I'm not sure if I should be open to trying them or avoid them at all costs since I'm not sure if they even work or if they will mess me up permanently

a preliminary note that i don't find the category 'pseudoscience' to be useful & would classify SSRI research more as 'methodologically shoddy science' or 'ideologically slanted' or 'part of a centuries-long effort on the part of psychiatrists to secure themselves professional prestige by claiming neurobiological etiologies where none are shown to exist' &c &c. imo the notion of 'pseudoscience' is itself pretty positivistic, ahistorical, and ideologically noxious (particularly apparent in any analysis of epistemological imperialism).

that aside: you raise two major issues with SSRIs, namely whether they work and whether they will cause you harm.

efficacy of SSRIs is contested. a 2010 meta-analysis found that in patients with mild or moderate depressive symptoms, the efficacy of SSRIs "may be minimal or nonexistent", whilst "for patients with very severe depression, the benefit of medications over placebo is substantial". a 2008 meta-analysis found a similar distinction between mildly vs severely depressed patients, but noted that even in the latter population, drug–placebo differences were "relatively small" and argued that the differences between drug and placebo in severely depressed patients "seems to result from a poorer response to placebo amongst more depressed patients" rather than from a greater efficacy of SSRIs. a 2012 meta-analysis found some SSRIs consistently effective over placebo treatments, but several authors disclosed major relationships with pharmaceutical companies. a 2017 meta-analysis concluded that "SSRIs might have statistically significant effects on depressive symptoms, but all trials were at high risk of bias and the clinical significance seems questionable" (emphasis added) and that "potential small beneficial effects seem to be outweighed by harmful effects".

when evaluating any of this evidence, it is crucial to keep in mind that studies on antidepressant trials are selectively published—that is, they are less likely to be published if they show negative results!

A total of 37 studies viewed by the FDA as having positive results were published; 1 study viewed as positive was not published. Studies viewed by the FDA as having negative or questionable results were, with 3 exceptions, either not published (22 studies) or published in a way that, in our opinion, conveyed a positive outcome (11 studies). According to the published literature, it appeared that 94% of the trials conducted were positive. By contrast, the FDA analysis showed that 51% were positive.

meta-analyses are not immune to this issue, either. in addition to the problem that a meta-analysis of a bunch of bad studies cannot magically 'cancel out' the effects of poor study design, the authors of meta-analyses can and do also have financial interests and ties to pharmaceutical companies, and this affects their results just as it does the results of the studies they are studying. according to a 2016 analysis of antidepressant meta-analyses,

Fifty-four meta-analyses (29%) had authors who were employees of the assessed drug manufacturer, and 147 (79%) had some industry link (sponsorship or authors who were industry employees and/or had conflicts of interest). Only 58 meta-analyses (31%) had negative statements in the concluding statement of the abstract. Meta-analyses including an author who were employees of the manufacturer of the assessed drug were 22-fold less likely to have negative statements about the drug than other meta-analyses [1/54 (2%) vs. 57/131 (44%); P < 0.001]. [...] There is a massive production of meta-analyses of antidepressants for depression authored by or linked to the industry, and they almost never report any caveats about antidepressants in their abstracts. Our findings add a note of caution for meta-analyses with ties to the manufacturers of the assessed products.

so, do SSRIs work? they are certainly psychoactive substances, which is to say, they do something. whether that something reduces depressive symptoms is simply not known at this point, though it is always worth keeping in mind that the 'chemical imbalance' narrative of SSRIs (the idea that they work by 'curing' a 'serotonin deficiency' in the brain) has always been a profitable myth. look, any medical treatment throughout history has been vouched for by SOME patients who report that it helped them—no matter how wacky it sounds or how little evidence there was to support it. this can be for a lot of reasons: placebo effect, the remedy accidentally treating a different problem than it was intended for, the symptoms coincidentally resolving on their own. sometimes the human body is just weird and unpredictable. sometimes remedies work. i'm sorry i can't give you a more definitive answer about whether SSRIs would help you.

as to potential risks: these are significant. SSRIs can precipitate suicidal ideation, a risk that has been consistently downplayed by pharmaceutical companies and studies. SSRIs are also known to contribute to sexual dysfunction and dissatisfaction, again a risk that is minimised and downplayed in much of the literature and in physician communication with patients. further (known) side effects range through emotional blunting, glaucoma, QT interval prolongation, abnormal bleeding & interaction with anti-coagulents, platelet dysfunction, decreases in bone mineral density leading to increased risk of osteopenia and osteoporosis, jaw clenching / TMJ pain, risk of serotonin syndrome when used in conjunction with other serotonergic substances, dizziness, insomnia, headaches, the list goes on.

i don't mean to sound alarmist; all drugs have side effects, some of the ones above occur rarely, and you may very well decide the risk is acceptable to you to take on. i would, though, always encourage you to do thorough research into potential side effects before starting any drug, including an SSRI. more on SSRI side effects in david healy's books 'pharmageddon', 'let them eat prozac', 'the antidepressant era', and 'the creation of psychopharmacology'; 'pillaged' by ronald w maris; and 'the myth of the chemical cure' by joanna moncrieff.

in addition to the above, SSRIs are known to come with a risk of 'discontinuation syndrome'—that is, chemical withdrawal when stopping the drug. this, too, is often downplayed by physicians; many still deny that it can even happen. some patients don't experience it at all, though i can tell you purely anecdotally that SSRI withdrawal was so miserable for me i simply gave up on quitting for over a year, despite the fact that at that point i was already thoroughly experienced with chemical withdrawals from other, 'harder' drugs. again, i am not telling you not to go on SSRIs if you decide these risks are worth it to you! i simply think this is a decision that should always be made with full knowledge (indeed, this is a core, though routinely violated, principle of medical 'informed consent').

ultimately this is not a decision anyone should make for you; it's your body and mind that are at stake here. as always i think that anyone considering any kind of medical treatment should have full knowledge about it and should be making all decisions freely and autonomously. i am genuinely not pushing any agenda 'for' or 'against' SSRIs, only against prescription of them that is done carelessly, coercively, or without fully informing patients of what risks they're taking on and what benefits they can hope to see.

[saintkunii]

PAIRING. Albedo x F! Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS. College Au, smut, some sneaky office sex, raw sex, crossposted on ao3

WC. 2.6k

SUMMARY: some sneaky sex with your department president.

MINORS DNI

Albedo sees your troubled look the moment you step foot inside the office, your brows furrowed, lips pulled in scorn while your hands clutch around a folder. You didn’t mean to slam the door behind you but it was enough indication for Albedo to know that you failed in your little search for your irresponsible treasurer who’s quick to ditch every meeting.

Still, he asked from his place behind the table, fingers atop the keyboard on rest. “No news?”

You sighed in exasperation and plopped down on the sofa intended for visitors. “That bastard can fucking go to hell-”

Strings of curses rolled off your tongue in practiced ease.

“Language,darling.”

“-I’ve been trying to contact him since earlier and I’ve been looking for him everywhere on campus,” you rattled on and on, complaining about your little adventure and quest to find the hidden boss. “My feet hurt!”

Albedo momentarily glances at your heeled shoes and frowns, “Why were you wearing heels? You knew we would be busy this week.”

He leans down pulling the drawer at the most bottom part open and takes out a pair of slippers that he uses sometimes. He rose to his feet and strode to your place.

“I know, I know, Albedo. But they were cute and it goes well with my skirt. What do you think?”

You crossed your legs to emphasize your pencil skirt, but it only managed to hike up to your thighs and expose your thigh high stockings, your smooth skin peaking through the bands. Albedo didn’t mean to stare as he kneels in front of you and sets the slippers by your feet, but the sight urges him for a touch. He looks away discreetly.

There was a momentary silence and you became greatly aware of your privacy in the room with Albedo, the slight hum of the air conditioning unit easily picked by your ears.

“What are you doing?” You raised a brow at him, embarrassed at the distance.

“I’m changing your shoes.” comes his reply with a soft smile. There was a slight mischievous twinkle in his eyes that went unnoticed by you. “You can use my slippers.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, let me,”he insisted.

He unclasps your shoe starting from the right foot, hands warm against your stockings with the light friction tickling you. He carefully sets them aside before he turns to the other pair and repeats the process. There was a slight teasing in his touch as he lightly rubbed his fingers purposely on your calves, his eyes locked on your feet like he was devoted to his actions of removing said footwear and not riling you up.

As soon as he was done, he glanced up to you, eyes asking for permission with your stockings. You were quick to get the message and nodded uncharacteristically enthusiastic about his actions, thinking, after all, you can’t properly wear the slippers without removing them.

He mildly pries your knees open, just enough for him to dig his fingers inside your skirt and reach for the gartered band. Slowly, as if taking his time to roll off your stockings, his nails deliberately presses enough force against your skin that goes straight to your core. He does the same thing again to the other leg while you stay still watching him in silence, same lithe fingers brushing your skin. He slips the slippers to your feet individually and stands up patting off nonexistent dust.

Albedo then extends his left hand to you.

“Hand me the request form. I’ll sign it on his behalf.”

That- What was that? There was a bit of disappointment in you but you pretend as if it didn’t affect you that much. Sneakily though, you took a quick peek of his pants and saw the slight bulge while passing the folder to him.

“Here.”

Albedo takes the seat next to you, sofa dipping at his weight. Using the coffee table, he pulls out his extra pen he keeps in his breast pocket and signs the documents swiftly and stacks them back again before placing them aside. Your eyes never left his hands, seeing every roll and twist of his joints and muscles, stares boring holes in the back of them.

“What?” He turns to you in amusement as he stores his pen, quick to notice your actions.

You shake your head hastily. “Nothing.”

It’s not nothing though. It’s your hormones wanting more of his touch.

You heard him chuckle lightly and sigh shortly after, exhaustion quite apparent in his face.

“Come here,” he says, patting his lap. You rose to your feet as he held your wrist to guide you to his lap.

Albedo wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head in the crevice of your neck, inhaling a deep breath and exhales. His tense muscles relax a bit, now that he has you like this in his arms.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, gingerly combing his hair with your fingers. It tickles a bit against your cheeks.

“I miss you,” his voice is soft, a whisper against your skin, and you feel the slight tremor of his voice.

“Stressed?”

He hummed. “That too. It’s not easy to pull this event together.”

A rare moment of vulnerability from your boyfriend who seemed to always have it together. The tone of his voice is as if he’s asking to be spoiled. He’s often so strict and serious so you relish moments like this.

You reply to him by nodding while grinding your hips down his growing bulge.

Albedo inhaled sharply, his grip on you getting tight as he kept himself from thrusting up. The hand on your waist snakes down to your thigh as he planted a soft kiss on your neck.

“Care to help your boyfriend out?”

Twisting your neck to his direction, you grinned widely. “Thought you’d never ask. We should wrap this all up so we can go back to the dorms.”

You rose to your feet, intending to go to your table and finish up all the paperworks, but when he didn’t even bulge, you looked back to him and see the way he looks at you with hooded gaze, lips tugged into a suggestive smile that you shivered slightly at his intense eyes.

Realization dawns on you and you mouthed an ‘o’, heat warming up your cheeks.

“Here?” you questioned, thoughts running about the possibility of getting caught having sex in the student council office. You admit, that was definitely something you’ve considered in your head. A little guilty that you can’t help yourself about wanting to take Albedo right then and there every time he exhibits what authority he has in your meetings.

It’s an exciting thought, to watch someone as calm and composed as Albedo fall apart, to know that he’s just as driven in desire as much as you whenever you’re present.

“Why not? I heard you talking with your law friend.”

The revelation made your jaw drop and you felt embarrassed as the memory of your small talk with your friend returned. Descriptive scenarios left your mouth then, of how you wanted to be held in the office with your legs on his shoulders or the guilty desires you have of your stern looking partner sucking him off under the desk, reduced to a puddle of pleasure. You didn’t expect him to overhear them. And you certainly did not expect that he would be open to the idea as well.

You stood closer to the edge of the couch, standing in between his legs while his palms claim post on the curve of your waist, rubbing affectionately and in invitation. There was slight hesitation in your features that was slowly crumbling at Albedo’s reassuring gaze. You lay one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand to stop his actions.

“What if someone comes in?” you mumbled although your mind was already half ready, your core throbbing in excitement.

“We’ll be done before anyone does. There’s only a few students left on campus so there’s only a slim chance of anyone walking in on us.” He kisses your hand and ushers you back to his lap again. “So, what do you say?”

Your reply comes in a roll of your hips as you straddle him once again, your pencil skirt riding up your thighs, drenched underwear exposed for him to see. He latches onto your thighs with an amused smile.

With a shy nod, you inched closer for a kiss, mouth hungrily catching his while satisfied hum escaped your lips. It’s desperate. It’s exciting. The moment his tongue touches yours, you hear him moan which prompted you to move your hips once more, wanting to feel more of that excitement building below.

It’s driving you mad. The last bits of your rationality leaving you at every nip of Albedo’s teeth on your lips and every suck to your tongue. Whoever said Albedo looks too disciplined and boring to even know how to give a proper kiss haven’t witnessed the ferocity of the man driven by his desire and how you’re one lucky person to experience it firsthand.

Albedo’s hand wanders upward, pressing a finger to your clothed cunt, your arousal sipping through. Your thighs clenched under his hold and a whimper of his name echoed in the office.

“Albedo…”

You’re growing impatient. You push your cunt against his hand, wanting that touch you’re so familiar with. Albedo teased you by swiping your clit through your damp underwear, toying with your core and pressing it until you’re huffing and panting in obvious need. His teeth digs into your throat and he sucks into your skin, careful not to leave a bruise. He couldn’t keep himself from wanting to leave a mark, but knowing you’d be mad if he does so, he holds back a little. It feels a little prickly but the pain sets you on edge as you gulp and grind down.

Albedo unbuttons your shirt just enough for him to slip your bra down and release your boobs. Having set his eyes on your nipples, he takes it into his warm mouth and sucks the bud, alternating between licking and sucking. You caught your breath in your throat and mewl at the sensation, heat pooling in your core and dripping with need. Your chest heaves up and down under his ministration.

“Put it in, please.” you whine, frustrated at his teasing.

You reach for the metal band of his belt keeping his pants. A bit too hasty in removing them. You drew back, giving room for him to pull down his pants and let his rigid erection free. While he’s at it, you take the time to slip your panties off to the side before you return to your position with your hand on his shoulders for stability. He nudges the flaring tip of his erection to your weeping entrance, and slowly, you sink into his cock, taking him in carefully.

Albedo swallows your cry of his name, cradling your neck as he kisses you roughly and full of eagerness, teeth clashed with teeth, hot breaths mixing in and fanning your face. You feel so completely filled as he sheathes himself inside you, length throbbing in the warmth of your fluttering cunt sucking him in.

You keep still, tongue slipping into his mouth with your sighs of relief bouncing off the walls.

You moaned as you moved your hips, rocking up and down his lap at a growing pace. Albedo leans into the couch and watches you bounce into his cock, so wet and warm that he twitches at the wanton display of your boobs bobbing at the motions. Every wet slap of your skin into his lap, your pussy squelching with your clasp, it’s punctuated by the high pitched mewls leaving your lips.

Albedo keeps you steady with a grip on your waist and chases after you with a buck of his hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hard length keeps bumping into your sweet spot, slipping almost to the entrance of your cervix. With a grunt, he keeps a steady pace to fuck into you.

Your breath quickened and you squeaked, moaning and crying at the pleasure, tears forming in your eyes as you eagerly matched his frenzied pace.

Your climax lingers, your head feeling lighter. Albedo coaxes you into your release until white light pokes through your sight and the knot comes undone. You spasmed helplessly, calling out to albedo with a whine.

“Not yet.” he growls low into your neck and lays you to your back as he sensually rocks his hips to and fro, assaulting you through your high with fervor. He lifts your legs up and prompts you to wrap it around his waist while he presses his lips on you once more.

Your ankles cross behind him as it digs into his back pressing his hips impossibly closer to you. He surges forward deeply with what space he can maneuver with and steadily sheathes himself into you with fluid motions. Your back arch into him as your jaw hangs open, overly stimulated all over your senses. His name spills from your lips in an endless stream.

Your entrance is rimmed with the white coat of your juice as his cock sinks into you. His body jerks and his hot fluid of semen spurts into your insides as he grunts into your ear and huskily calls out your name. Your tight walls milk him till you’re filled to the brim with a few more rolls of his hips.

Albedo nuzzles into you and pecks at your neck, breathing heavily against your twitching form, his pants are hot against your skin. His erratic heartbeat falls into its normal rhythm. It made you shudder. Your limbs grow limp in exhaustion.

“That was nice.”

You broke the silence, giggling as Albedo pushes himself up and grabs the box of tissue to clean you up. He chuckles as he wipes at your leg and takes care of himself as well, carefully tucking his shirt back and fixing his pants.

“We should do this again next time,” he says with a teasing smile and you blush, furiously shaking your head.

“No way. We were lucky this time no one was here.”

As if on cue, you hear feet shuffling past the door and voices growing closer to your office. You shoot up and brush your tousled hair and straighten your blouse, buttoning them back with haste.

“Damn, speak of the devil.” You frantically pull down your skirt. “Ah, Albedo. My panties. It’s by your feet.”

He leans to pick it up and looks at the item in his hand but before he can give it to you, the door bursts open and kaeya strides in with a takeout box. You see Albedo shoving your underwear into his pocket and steps aside for the newcomers.

“Ohh. Pres I’ve figured you’d be here and I see, our precious vice president is also here. We brought you guys dinner. Knowing Albedo, he’d still be nose deep into the preparations.” Kaeya sets the takeout on top of the table and takes a seat. Jean is right behind him, also bringing some drinks.

you can’t help but blush knowing what just transpired in the room, embarrassment fills you up, unable to look at any of them in the eye like Albedo does.

He’s quick to act casual and nonchalant.

“Well, how thoughtful of you.”

The two of you look at each other, silently amused at your own dirty little secret.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

My motivation for writing has simply slipped away but my ideas are flowing so here is a Rengiyuu one I came up with at 2am that I wanted to share if you possibly would what to use 😭🙏

just some little silly idea thing :3

Alright, so Giyuu and Kyojuro's FIRST co-mission together, probably some time when taking a break while traveling, In all of Kyojuro's pride, he blatantly (yet flamboyantly) exclaims, "Tomioka! Why do you dislike me?" Giyuu would look at him confused, before awkwardly replying with a, "...'dislike' is a strong word." Kyojuro would definitely laugh, "Aha! But you didn't deny your resentment!"

(THIS IS THE PART WHERE INNER ME SQUEALS) Giyuu scratches the back of his neck, looking to the ground unable to meet Kyojuro's gaze as he admits, "You're too... bright. And too warm. It's an unsettling feeling i'm not used to. It creates emotions i'm not used to. I suppose that's why I find it difficult to speak with you."

BOOM SHAKALAKAH YES GOD i miss my wife sonic

Did i just crash out over my own idea? Yes. Am i going to share it with someone one else to attempt to keep this SPARK (pun intended) alive since my motivation is nonexistent? Also Yes.

I entrust you with my two cents.

:3

nooo don’t entrust me with this beautiful idea my writing motivation is fucked i haven’t written properly in ages :((( ok anyway ill try something with this mwahmwah // im too lazy to try and rephrase what u wrote so ill js copy ur dialogue

For a while now Kyojuro had noticed how a certain pillar (Giyuu) had been conspicuously NOT talking to him. Just something about the way he so blatantly avoided Kyojuro piqued his interest—it wasn’t as if he were a stranger to getting odd looks (often because of his hair, or maybe because he spoke loudly), and he didn’t really expect to get along with every Hashira, especially considering he’d only recently joined. But Giyuu was avoiding him, not just being unsocial, as was previously warned by some of their fellow coworkers. So, naturally, on their following (read: first) joint mission, he confronted Giyuu about it.

Never dance around a topic or sugar coat it when such things would likely cause misunderstandings, Kyojuro had learned, so as they headed towards their destination, he placed the question on the table raw, paired with a smile so Giyuu didn’t feel pressured. “Tomioka-san! Why do you dislike me?”

Mildly surprised by the question, and how easily it was delivered, Giyuu paused, eyebrows quirking up. Then, uneasily, he murmured (in his usual quiet voice that always had Kyojuro leaning in to hear), “‘Dislike’ is… a strong word.”

“Ah but—you didn’t deny your resentment!” Kyojuro said joyfully, lips dancing in a wide smile. He waited for a reply patiently, watching his coworker struggle for a moment.

“You’re too… bright,” Giyuu admitted, gazing pointedly at the ground as he mused over it. “And— And too warm, it creates unsettling feelings that I’m not used to. Emotions I’m not sure what to do with. I suppose that’s why I find it difficult to speak to you.”

He sounded reluctant to say it, what with how his voice quieted even more towards the end. Kyojuro’s surprised—pleasantly so—and his smile faltered, eyebrows lifting.

“Is that so?” he asked louder than he intended, and Giyuu’s eyes flit back up to his with a nod. Then Kyojuro smiles again, inexplicably proud of himself. “Does me being ‘warm’ relate to me being the Flame Hashira?”

That earns something of amusement to flicker through Giyuu’s expression. “Does it?” he counters, then turns in the road to inspect something.

Kyojuro joins him, turning Giyuu’s words in his head. Unsettling feelings, hm?

icrashedicantthinkofanythingtoaddandimtired

[eldritch-spouse]

Oughh, for a second, I lost your account, and I was so sad because I love your world and oc's so much!!

Okay so I read again the Morell and Nebul interchanging pets for a day, and it made me curious.

Would they actually trust each other to babysit each other's obsessions for long spans of time? Would they ever schedule some kind of "play dates " for their humans, as a treat, maybe?- 🪶🍵

[Howdy! Thenk you and welcome back. :7]

[Ooough I had to go back and fetch context for that one.]

Likely not long spans of time.

Nebul knows that he can trust a properly trained obsession in the hands of one of his coworkers for a short span of time, because they're already trained to a fine level and can behave without provoking any sort of unfortunate incident. However, the longer he leaves his pearl in another's hands, the higher the probability of disaster is- He just doesn't perceive his coworkers as being able to properly care for or discipline you.

Morell's biggest fear is that Nebul will poke around your brain too much and that you'll come back to him an empty shell of your former self. To the point where he'll sometimes ask you everything you did with the wraith, just to try and make sure that no memories were eaten in his absence. So no, the chef naturally doesn't want you around Nebul for too long.

Play dates can happen, following a short evaluation of how stable both of you are. Both monsters agree that this should be a reward for good behavior, or otherwise utilized as a means to normalize the situation to one or both of you. Purpur, Turnip, Alfredo and Pepper may be involved. While Nebul is more partial that these get-togethers happen in his shop and Morell prefers them in the restaurant space, both have agreed that maybe the garden works well enough.

It's got scenery and enriching wildlife (very not-normal wildlife).

Likely not.

He wants your online presence to be as diminished as possible, ideally nonexistent.

Nebul will allow you to submit verified scores in competitions, but he holds all the information of your every account and never allows you to stream anything or interact with anyone.

Offline games are at your disposal if you happen to showcase good behavior. He particularly finds it amusing how you torture yourself with souls games. Beneath all that sweltering rage that nearly has you smashing controllers, there's an undercurrent of satisfaction that keeps you going.

He usually swoops in when you're defeated and sulking about it.

[Hawhawhawhaw-]

To be fair, Xiko himself is mildly embarrassed.

He usually plans what he deems to be his. Because it's kind of humiliating to chase after something he can't physically attain, isn't it? Kind of like holding a stick with a carrot in front of a pig. Except that pig is aware of what's happening, and can't do anything to stop the chase.

Here, Xiko didn't get to decide that you would be his over a decent period of time where he determines it's plausible to obtain you. No, he just saw you, listened to his urges, and paid for it via being forced to sprint after you until he can steal some poor sap's car and turn this into a news-worthy story.

He's angry at himself as he burns his own undead leg muscles with the rabid urge to reach you, he's furious! But the process cannot be stopped. And he will have you.

Honestly, he understands he looks scary to the average human -Even some demons find him gnarly- But if you crash and end up dying because of this, he's going to be so mad Xiko might actually reach into his mouth and pull his eyes out.

[Pip? 😭]

Make no mistake, once a certain level of efficiency is reached, you are effectively a glorified lap cat.

Cuddling is used many times as a subtle way to reinforce certain responses, without you even knowing. Nebul conditions you such so that you'll seek cuddling him even after he does something traumatic to you- Because even if he's the one that hurt you, you have already been trained to believe that he's also the only one that can comfort you.

While to you it might be nothing more than a relaxation session, the wraith is constantly testing how you respond to certain touches. How easily do you lean into him? How much do you fidget? Do you lean away? Do you seek his hand after he removes it? How bold are you in the way you position yourself? Are you relaxed enough to miss certain gestures? Yes, Nebul is enjoying himself too, but he's still evaluating you.

Cuddling is used a lot during the process of training you precisely because Nebul notices that you respond so intensively to it.

[imagine-silk]

Fallout characters reacting to Sole who (with the Ghoulish/Solar Powered Perks) are practically immune to all radiation, and maybe that perhaps they learn this when they step in apprehensively into the Glowing Sea with them and notice they don't need a rad suit or anything to fight those rads? (Thank you for what you do!!)

》It's such a big flex out in the wasteland. Imagine the world's biggest threat not applying to you.

【Cait】 "Ya eat lead too?"

She doesn't believe you until you're walking around the Glowing Sea unfazed. Is she jealous? Yes. Is she going to make that your problem? Not really. Other than demanding chems to get rid of the problem she keeps on going. The faster you are the faster you leave.

【Codsworth】 "Oh! That's new."

You weren't like that before. Not that he's complaining, any advantage you have is fully condoned by him. As long as you're alright he has no issue with it. Besides, he likes the fact he's also not effected by it so he can go with you in these places.

【Curie】 "Marvelous!"

She immediately starts identifying why you are like this and reinforces her body accordingly. She will do further test just to be sure she's right but other than that she won't ask much.

【Danse】 "Good thing I have power armor."

Unlike most synths, his resistance to radiation is nonexistent. He was made to blend in with the masses. But he kept his armor/ got a new armor and there's always rad-away.

【Deacon】 "I can do that too."

He can't, but he hides it very well. You won't see the symptoms of radiation poisoning so whether or not you believe him is up to you. He will complain about the green everywhere though.

【Hancock】 "How come you get to keep your smooth skin? I feel cheated."

It's all in good fun. He knows if he stays in radiation too long he'll go feral but he does like the idea he can tolerate it more than any of your human companions. Might even stick his tongue out at them as you leave with him.

【MacCready】 "You wanna share that superpower with me?"

He's annoyed to put it mildly. Why did you ask him to come out with you to the waking sea? Just wanna show off? He still needs to take rad-away and radX. Next time take someone who can go into radiation no problem. He says all that but will always follow you into the Glowing Sea.

【Nick】 "That's one less thing to worry about."

He constantly worries over your well-being. You need to do so much he doesn't; eat, sleep, and drink to name a few. He decides not to question the development because he doesn't want to jinx it, like if he found out it would be taken away.

【Piper】 "And here I thought vault dwellers would shrivel up and die at the color green."

She laughs at the idea more than she asks questions about why you're like that. She figures you just got tolerate over time on the surface. That being said, she tells Nat and immediately starts a rumor you were some sort of superhero before the bombs.

【Preston】 "I can't imagine what happened that allowed you to do that."

He's relieved, impressed, and tired all at the same time. At some point he just learned you're going to defy every rule he knows and to let it go when that happens. Would it be nice to have your plot convenience? Yes. Will he ever tell you that? No.

【X6-88】 "It is assuring you can handle this endeavor."

He was made to handle the surface, radiation has no effect on him. Not that he would like to test it or spend any unnecessary time in the Glowing Sea.

【Travis Miles】 "You kind of seem impossible. I-I mean that as a good thing."

After everything he's seen of you he can't imagine anything could kill you, radiation included. Still there is a fine line between impressing him and scaring him and you seem to use that line like a God damn jump rope.

[asteroid-fruitcup]

long ahh rant about the lore of my warrior cats oc/sona

me? being in more than one fandom? i know crazy right? yeah well um ranting about my silly named Cloudstep

tagging @windowtoluxus because holy shit i’m going to cry laughing if you remember this but feel free not to read it because this is really fucking long

(tw for sewerside and self hatred but its really far down so i’ll put another warning there ehe)

cloudstep is weird sorta calico looking cat, like with normal calico colors but also with like stripes and gray (lemme pull up a picture of em)

this is the quickest one i could get its from a gift i made for catbark if you want heres the original

i don’t perfectly remember but i think they’re a siberian or a norwegian forest cat

originally, i actually made them a japanese bobtail but then i changed it because they live in a really cold climate (for some reason me and my friends decided on like switzerland but i don’t really know much about switzerland i read the wikipedia page for it a while ago ig)

heres their old design

(HELP ME MY OLD ARTSTYLE ASHKDHD)

so uh. if you ever see my username somewhere as like cloudstep or cloud_step or smth this is why

before i begin cloudsteps lore lemme rant about their UNIVERSE

so this whole weird alternate universe idea i had swirling in my head was supposed to be a complete joke and i wanted to make it as cringe as possible for like self expression purposes so laugh

basically in tnp the six or whatever died on their mission and like all the clans started dying out oof so then everyones kind of exploding and so somehow they get to the middle of switzerland (we’re all just like hey there were mice on a boat they got tempted but whatever the lore wasnt supposed to make sense) and they find a nice forest

so everyone sees some Fucking Puddle in a cave with 3 stars and they’re like “holy shit its a sign we should divide into 3 clans now!” so they divided into FireClan, StoneClan and MoonClan

me and my friends have a little lore for each but basically

fireclan is all the cats that are like heat resistant and their claws mildly burn you or smth theyre basically modern day shadowclan

moonclan is full of dumbasses. absolute dumbasses. something like that

stoneclan is just normal cats that have their shit together and know what they’re doing. quote on quote

enter stoneclan. there’s a cat named Lichentail. i hate him, i love him. probably my favorite other than like idfk a character that hasnt been introduced

backstory, lichentail’s mother is from moonclan, father from fireclan, and hes in stoneclan because he left as an apprentice i think i dont remember and im not asking the person who made lichtentail

now there’s also a cat in moonclan named Flareflare. we couldnt come up with a suffix for her so we jus named her flareflare. its okay because shes in the dumbass clan. but she was SUCH a dumbass and felt like SUCH an outcast that she walked her ass into the crystal cave and made a new clan called PineClan despite having no one else in the Clan. i dont know. our starclan was even worse than canon starclan.

so one day Stoneclan hears “holy shit, some dumbass started a clan” and the leader i forget his name goes up to Lichentail and is like “hey buddy can you find this flarey ahh and make sure she doesnt end the world and come back after like a moon or two” and lichentail is like “aight bet” and heads out into the middle of nowhere to find this actually red not orange pelted ragdoll fluffy ahh cat

hold on i have art for them both

lichentail

flarestar/flar yes shes blood red its described in a 50 page book i was writing as “the blood of her (nonexistent) enemies”

so yeah a lot of shit happens and after a moon or two pineclan has more cats! i’ll skip past a lot but for now

lichentail joined pineclan (also he canonically eats cheetos with flarestar no ship) his role keeps switching from warrior to medicine cat to deputy and he sucks at all of them

flarestar gets struck by lightning and dies once and then dies of rage once (lichentail was trying to steal snacks from an elementary school student and flarestar didnt like that) so 7 lives for her goddamn she will not live past 50 moons ar most

lichentail has a girlfriend named silverrose who totally isnt a bisexual murderer who killed her ex wife and repeatedly attempted to murder a cat named copperspots who i didnt mention because she’s with the stars now

some cats named crimsonpaw, lemonpaw, moonpaw, acornpaw, rosepaw and skypaw are in the clan now and their mentoring situations are a mess

moonpaw and acornpaw are slightly older than everyone else and also best friends

skypaw is the oldest

rosepaw is the youngest

crimsonpaw is flarestars child

soo. cloudstep…

cloudstep (well unnamed at the time) was born as a loner with their siblings (3) in the middle of nowhere. they’re a curious little shit so one day cloud asks younger sister torrentwind (also unnamed) “hey wanna explore” and torrent being a silly young fella is like “sure haha!!!” so they run off and soon realize they fucked up because uh oh theyre in the middle of nowhere and cant get home. so for about a week they traverse the landscapes until they roll down a hill towards pineclan territory and crimsonpaw finds them and spawns them into PineClan.

so yea. cloudpaw has an obbsession over leaves n stuff and is always trying to show the other apprentices the cool leaves they find! but no one cares because theyre just leaves!

ima just throw in a meme rq hold on

yeah basically if anything bad happened to me irl… this poor thing was getting the worst of it :3

AvA 11 core-

(tw here !!! i think this is a decent place to cut off bc the rest of the post is kinda that)

so yeah. cloudpaw likes leaves, no one likes leaves (should mention theyre also trajning to be a medicine cat so idk what this was about) and lichentail the little shit isn’t being helpful at all.

so cloudpaw is stressed as hell and decides to become a warrior. stuff gets a little better, she graduates or something, no more lichentail. and she has friends i guess but still no one really likes leaves

so yeah. she starts spiralling. waking up in the morning is getting harder for them. they’re getting dreams of lichentail and silverrose, a terrible fate for flarestar. they have no one to truly call family in pineclan, just a few friends. every day. wake up, if you can. hunt something, why do i smell blood on the borders? ignore it. walk back. there was nothing there anyways.

rosefur(paw) is dead? that was the scent on the borders. cloudstep wished that they cared, why didn’t they? lichenstar is the leader? great. just great. and he hated them too.

it was a terrible desicion, she doesn’t remember what it was, but they snapped at lemoncane on patrol and ran back to camp before anyone saw the gash on her face and questioned what caused it. who’s fault truly was it anyways? what had gotten into her?

the next moon was empty. nothing. silence on patrols. silence in camp. silence watching the rivers flow. silence feeling like lichentail had snuck upon the borders without her knowing. silence from everyone, not just them.

and yet, it felt like the same silence they had heard all those moons ago. everyone is still in silence. but crimsonstar is still around… no. just silence. and she probably doesn’t like leaves anyways.

cloudstep forgot to smile when they turned towards crimsonstar that day. thankfully.

there was a good bush of deathberries outside of camp. she left. silence. silence, silence. maybe the silence would end in starclan. whatever.

and they fell to the floor.

starclan wasn’t terrible, for the most part. at least they could visit moonheart and flarestar now. but what’s this? crimsonstar at the crystal cave? wants her back? misses her? found them and cried?

but why?

flarestar looked at cloudstep. the rules never seemed to apply anyways. and this would be the one smart desicion that flarestar would make, whether it should have been possible or not.

a few minutes passed and cloudstep woke up next to the berry bush once again

and suprisingly, had a friend greeting them at their arrival. with tears.

applogies from both sides. cloudstep never felt like she was living in silence anymore. not nesecarily chaos, but things weren’t monotonous anymore at least. times changed and so did she. and for once, maybe they had found their place.

…

(COUGH COUGH) TURNING OFF POETRY MODE (COUGH) (WHEEZE)

well ok thats my oc ig i’ll rant about more lore if you want ehe its like 11pm tho so goodnight tumblr

[aevellewritessometimes]

TS OCs Part One

Note: Not only can I not draw, I also do not have the tools necessary to make art anyway! Therefore, I am just going to use a Picrew for my OCs and just type everything else :)

Jireh; Wayward Prophet

Playlist: YouTube {} YT Music

Full Backstory: TBA

Physical Description:

Height: 5'11" (180cm).

Many scars all over body---especially on back and torso.

Figure skater build with a bit of fat.

Fake gold jewelry.

Right eye is just completely missing. There's nothing but a socket under that eyepatch.

Character Bio:

Pronouns: They/Them

Day of Birth: February 12th

Celebrated Birthday: May 19th

Personality: Spiritless Wanderer

Likes: Sunlight, sleeping in, writing poetry (badly), gold jewelry, fluffy things

Dislikes: Judgemental people, bad food, the smell of blood, confined spaces

Fatal Flaw: Tendency to overestimate themself, and will inflict themself with harsh punishments when they fail to meet their own standards.

Other: Mildly allergic to cats, but will pet them anyway.

"Pain is just as inevitable as death."

Narrative Description:

Eridia's seen its fair share of strangers, and Jireh is no exception. Those who make it past their initial abrasiveness find them to be quite empathetic, even if they have a very unconventional way of showing it. Oddly enough, they have a bit of a knack for knowing more about others than they let on---their time spent in their old cult causing them to be particularly susceptible to others in terms of emotions and magic, among other things. It's an unfortunate ability to have, however, when it comes to someone being affected by their curse.

-=-=-=-=-

Jireh believes themself to be a danger to those around them, and not just because of their curse. Their initial plan was to simply find a cure to their curse, and then leave everything behind in search of a fresh start. That was, until their options started to become much more complicated than what they initially anticipated, and now they're conflicted on whether or not they should leave or stay. As far as they're concerned, both options lead to suffering, but which is worse; to just get it over with, or to put it off until later?

Reasons for Attraction:

(Why are they attracted to each LI?)

Kuras: His kindness. If kindness is a rarity in Eridia, then it's practically nonexistent to Jireh. Although Kuras's nature is an oddity to them, it is something they would like to get used to, if given a chance.

Leander: His acceptance. When the cultists learned on the true nature of their curse, they were tossed out like waste from a chamberpot. When the one person they truly considered a friend learned of exactly what their curse does to people, she immediately tried to put them down as if they were a rabid animal. When Leander was made of aware of their curse, he welcomed them with open arms---literally and figuratively. They're somewhat wary of his acceptance, but they can't deny how nice it is to not feel ostracized for once.

Vere: His ears and tail. There's many things about Vere that caught Jireh's interest, but they are, first and foremost, a sucker for soft things.

Ais: His enigmatic nature. Although Jireh is used to---and somewhat tired of---assholes who either can't be or are unwilling to be anything other than vague, Ais isn't nearly as easy to read as they thought he'd be. Maybe it's something about how he cared so much about the first impression he left on them, as opposed to just scaring the shit out of them for fun.

Mhin: Their reactiveness. Jireh is a tease and Mhin is very reactive to teasing. While there are more reasons for Jireh to find them likable further down the road, Mhin's reactiveness is certainly one of the first things to draw them in.

Stats:

Strength: 3

Luck: 1

Wisdom: 1

Pain Tolerance: 4

Guilt: 5

Lore:

No matter how terrible a situation, there will always be someone around to try and make themself superior while making everyone else's life much worse. The citizens of Balos*, a small beach-side village, are no strangers to this; thanks to a cult that had been established somewhere nearby.

The cultists worshiped a strange god; one that brings suffering and rewards the resilient. At first, they weren't much of a problem; just some preachers who could easily be ignored. It wasn't until they had raided a dying man's house and taken his two supposedly "blessed" children that they came into any true power.

Recently, the townsfolk have noticed an influx of runaway cultists crying about how everything they believed was a lie. While the locals were happy to see that their tormentors were falling apart in front of their eyes, there was also fear for what those remaining might do in order to regain their power.

Flower:

*got the name from a Filipino town name generator

Mallow

Protection

Healing

Tranquility

Mallows are some of the few flowers to be favored by both the superstitious and the realists. Their supposed ability to cleanse a soul of its suffering and their proven ability to relieve pain make them a common sight in the gardens of both priests and doctors alike.

Name(s):

Meaning: "The Lord will provide"

Full Birth Name: Jude Malvar

Meanings: Jude: "Praised". Malvar: "Mallow plant".

Other/Past Name(s): N/A

Meaning(s): N/A

Other: They hate their name, but due to the practices of the cult they were raised in, they were not allowed to use their birth name. They cannot remember what it was, either. However, even if they did know their birth name, they also wouldn't like it simply because they wouldn't like the way it sounded.

Miscellaneous:

Voice: Something that's somewhat similar to Dreyla Alor (VA: Carole Ruggier)'s voice from Skyrim, except a bit raspier and less feminine. If that makes sense.

Culture/Language(s): The town they were born in loosely resembled post Spanish colonial Philippines, and their family spoke the TS universe equivalent of Tagalog. However, once they were taken in by the cult, they were forced to leave that culture and language behind. Although the cultists have biblical names, none of their beliefs line up with any abrahamic religions. I also do not know if there are any real world religions that I could compare their reliefs to. The most similar fictional religion, however, would be the worshipers of Molag Bal from the TES games. The cultists had their own language, but all members were expected to learn the common tongue as well.

Age: They think they're 26, but they're actually 27.

Talents: They have a lovely singing voice which they are fully unaware of. They are also capable of beating someone to death.

Extra: Very good at masking. Unaffected by hot weather. Afraid of Ais's "pets." Sometimes teases Mhin for their height. Somewhat put off by how Kuras and Leander do things "for free." Mediocre alcohol tolerance. Not a virgin; versatile leaning towards sub and a switch. Colorblind (tritanopia). Will sometimes sneeze if they're too close to Vere.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

In regards to that ask about Legend, I've always liked the idea of him being Fable's half sibling or something, because it is a different Link/Zelda dynamic. I also think Legend wouldn't really be interested in relationships after the whole Marin thing. It does get tiring when Link is always paired with Zelda.

That being said, what are some of your favorite Link/Zelda dynamics? Or who might a Link be interested in instead? Sky and Sun are the only ones I can't see with anyone else, and I know you like Mipha/Wild. Which if I had actually taken my time with BoTW I probably would too, but I don't know enough of the story there to really have an opinion

There are some who like the whole “Link & Zelda are destined to be soulmates no matter what and that means romance all the time,” and if that floats your boat, sure. But I do definitely prefer variety. Also I could make a really cursed observation about Zelink through the ages based on the reincarnation that’s mildly implied, but for the sake of my lovelies who adore all the Zelink, I won’t 😂

I’m probably just gonna sound like I’m repeating myself from other asks, sorry, I haven’t played all the Zelda games so I can only truly speak to the ones that I have, but I’ll throw in my two cents for the ones that I’ve at least seen play through snippets/vibes I get from LU/ideas I liked.

Skyward Sword: They’re definitely, 100% in love, and they are adorable. 10/10 pairing

Minish Cap: They’re childhood friends to my knowledge, so it could go either way, I think. They’re so young in this game, I can’t say what’s gonna happen to them. Definitely would stay friends though.

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask: It’s so complicated. I can see Adult timeline Zelda having an attraction to him, having hoped and prayed for his return to see a handsome young man appear. I can see Link physically being attracted to her while not entirely comprehending what that means because he’s still nine, and I can see than becoming an issue when he does naturally grow a little older. I can see Link being unable to separate the Zelda in the “nonexistent” timeline he fought alongside from the Zelda in his current timeline, who didn’t have to endure the same trials and therefore isn’t exactly the same, and I can see that messing him up too. So I feel like they’d be friends at best, have a professional relationship with maybe some fondness being likely, or cold and distant at worst. It seems most likely that they’re friends but Link keeps her at an arm’s length… by Majora’s Mask he seems to keep everyone at an arm’s length, tbh.

Twilight Princess: Eh. They could be friends, they could become lovers, it could work. But there definitely isn’t enough in the game to say for sure with the latter option. Link very clearly finds her beautiful based on his reaction to seeing her the first time, but he also had the same reaction to Midna lol, boy just goes :O with every pretty girl he sees. 😂 I think he had more chemistry with Midna but he also had time to develop that relationship, and since she’s gone that’s a sadly moot point anyway. But most likely, I think he’ll either end up with Ilia (he does seem to genuinely care about her, and you can see she has some strong feelings for him… you can make them a sibling dynamic or romantic, I haven’t played through the entire game yet so I can’t say for sure, but I can see them getting together) or someone completely different, despite his restlessness at the end of the game, he seems very much a guy who would settle somewhere quiet and have a family eventually. He’s very domestic and gentle and stuff ☺️ And honestly it would be interesting and fun to see the quiet, regal, stoic Queen Zelda get invited to middle-of-nowhere country village to wind down, or for her to invite Link to the castle and his kids sneak along and cause chaos or something 😂

Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass: I’m pretty sure Tetra and Link found New Hyrule together, so it’s heavily implied they’re a thing. From what I’ve seen they have cute chemistry together, so I’m down for it.

Spirit Tracks: I’ve barely seen anything about this game, but given Zelda is the companion for this one she at least is one of the likelier Zeldas to be in a romantic relationship with Link. Dunno 😅🤷🏻‍♀️ everyone seems to think they are, so I guess I’ll go with it

A Link to the Past/Link’s Awakening/Oracle games: I honestly really like the implication that Zelda and Link are siblings. It’s very different from the others and could have so much potential for either fun or angst! Or both! Link obviously has feelings for Marin, and I do think he’d definitely need a break from romance after Koholint. I can’t say he’d never be interested in another relationship after that, but definitely not for a while.

A Link Between Worlds: 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ not a clue, never seen an interaction between them

Four Swords: Also not a clue lol

Legend of Zelda/Adventure of Link: I mean, clearly they’re at least friends if Link’s still helping her out six years later, that’s all I’ve got 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Hyrule Warriors: Ugh. This game lol. They give each other lovey dovey looks, so sure. Why not. At least make Zelda interesting if you’re (general you, not specifically you) gonna write it though. Idk. Honestly, them being war buddies is awesome. But the way this game portrays Zelink grinds my gears so I usually struggle to get beyond that. Link honestly should probably just be left alone after he has Cia’s creepy self stalking after him while simultaneously trying to kill him (girl did not know what she wanted, nor did she know what clothes were). Of Link’s options, he definitely wouldn’t want Cia, Lana would be sweet and loving and kind but he probably couldn’t get beyond her being a part of Cia (RIP poor girl, I really do like her and she genuinely loves Link), and Zelda would be ok. Both Zelda and Lana could be war buddies with Link, which is fun. I don’t think Link/Lana could happen because Cia, and I can see the war and politics after the fact impeding Link/Zelda. LET LINK JUST FIGURE HIMSELF OUT DANG IT HE’S A TRAUMATIZED WAR VETERAN WHO HAS BEEN SEXUALLY HARASSED.

Age of Calamity: Link/Mipha all the way! It’s heavily implied in BotW canon that they were a thing anyway, and here they get the chance to actually live! And be together! As such, I feel like Link is a very caring friend to Zelda, and I also think a strong friendship/siblinglike relationship between Zelda and the Miphlink couple would be adorable (and very beneficial for diplomatic relations between the Zora and Hyrule). I know in botw Zelda had a crush on Link prior to the calamity after he rescued her, not sure if that’s the case in AoC because I haven’t finished the game but it seems less pronounced. Either way, a crush isn’t the same as a strong friendship changing into a romantic one. Also I had this idea that Zelda, being the scientist she is and far more interested in just helping rebuild her kingdom (and perhaps not knowing how to cope with being alone when the guy she crushed on is married), announces some kind of competition or presentation for eligible bachelors and Link and Mipha are facepalming and Link (and Urbosa) is 100% gonna vet all the men by glaring at them from behind the queen and Mipha’s gonna be the Vibe Check girl (Daruk thinks they’re all nice, mostly; Revali is like “keep me out of this nonsense” but will low key stalk all the bachelors to make sure they’re up to snuff)

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom: Given the fact that these two traumatized beans only have each other for points of reference/mutual understanding of their trauma and entire viewpoint, they very likely get together. I have a hard time with it only because people are so insistent on botw Zelink that they completely disregard Mipha and ship Link with Zelda before the calamity as well, which I do not. But honestly, botw/TotK Zelink is fine with me. Though TotK keeps it so vague sometimes, I feel like you can reasonably imply that maybe they haven’t gotten together yet by that point but they’re very close to doing so. Or it’s early in their romantic relationship.

Echoes of Wisdom: TBD! They haven’t interacted much yet from where I am in the game (Gerudo Desert), but considering (MILD SPOILERS) they didn’t even know each other until he rescued her, it’s gonna take a lot to convince me they’re gonna fall in love. Also, it’s hard to tell how old they are with this chibi style but I get the vibe they’re on the younger teenager side? Nothing’s set in stone for relationships at that age.

…I think that’s all of them?

[what-have-i-unleashed]

are you satisfied... now?

what is this??? carrion trio breaking me out of dustard hell?? who can expect this omg

anyway warning for spoilers for the current planned end of the long fic btw. it's not explicit spoilers, but still... be warned.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Murder barely stirs when he hears the knocking on the window. His body instinctively curls further in its fetal position on the floor, his grip on the near empty bottle nestled becoming tighter. His eyes are half open, squinting blearily at the bottle. When did he even drink it? He doesn’t remember, and he can’t find it in himself to care.

Tap. Tap. The knocking on the window gets more persistent, finally prompting Murder to slowly sit up. He groans, voice hoarse, as he pushes himself on his feet. On unbalanced feet, he stumbles towards the window, fumbling with the latch and pulling it open.

His uninvited guest slips inside in a rush of black feathers, landing smoothly on the TV stand with practiced ease. His sharp eyes scan around the room, taking in the miserable sight – the rats scurrying across the floorboards, the abysmally dim lighting, the surprisingly well-kept shrine in the corner, and the state of general disaster everywhere else.

Finally, Crow’s eyes lands on Murder, and he can only stare.

“Stars, you look like a tornado wrecked your home, dude.”

Murder grins, a lopsided one. “Mmh. Just… partying a bit too much.”

“Partying, right…” Crow mumbles under his breath, jumping off the stand and carefully approaching Murder. His wings fluff up, shaking off the dirt – and probably something else too, judging by the way his clawed fingers twitch at his sides. Murder takes a brief note, then downs the last drops of his whiskey.

“It’s not bad…” Murder hums, swaying a bit on his feet. Crow tenses, and Murder can’t help the smirk on his face as he continues. “Don’t tell me you’ve never partied before, flyboy.”

“Well, I do,” Crow huffs, standing a respectable distance away from Murder. “But unlike you, I have a job and can’t be drunk on my shift.”

Murder scoffs. “Boring.”

Crow exhales. “Alright, whatever you say. Moving on. I got a message for you.”

Immediately, Murder’s smirk softens into something fond, something reverent. He eyes Crow, anticipation clear in his pose. “Tell me.”

Crow looks back at Murder, something guarded in his eyes. Understandable – Murder’s reputation around these parts isn’t exactly pleasant. At least, unlike others, Crow isn’t a sanctimonious ass about it, considering who his employer is.

“Yes, so,” Crow starts, his wings ruffling behind his backs. “Our mutual connection… He’s, uh, mildly concerned about you.”

“Mildly.” Murder echoes, a giggle threatening to escape his throat.

Crow crosses his arms, sighing. “Yeah, I don’t know what standards he’s holding you up to, because from where I’m standing, you’re, like, four steps away from falling into your own grave.”

“You said that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“머샌야.”

Murder winces, rubbing his forehead. “Please, not that name. I feel like being scolded by- Whatever.” He settles on the couch, looking up at Crow. From this angle, in this dim lighting, he could almost fool himself into believing that his idol is right here with him now. Something in his nonexistent stomach twists uncomfortably, and it’s not just the alcohol. “It’s fine. He shouldn’t worry.”

Crow runs a hand down his face. “Newsflash, buddy. He does. And he thinks you need someone to, you know, watch over you.”

Murder freezes. “… What.”

“Yeah,” Crow continues, obviously trying to keep this as casual as possible. “He thinks you should, uh, get married.”

Murder goes still. Very still. His eyes bore into Crow.

“Not me, you idiot,” Crow says.

Murder just stares at him, unerringly.

Crow, now sweating, stammers. “I mean- It’s not me who’s deciding this. It’s ultimately the word of His Eminence. He thinks you need another mortal to keep you alive. Your living condition is frankly terrible.”

Murder only squints at him. Silene drapes over both of them.

“… You don’t know who it is yet?” Murder asks, his voice eerily quiet.

“Nope! No idea!” Crow says quickly. “Just passing the message along here!”

Murder stares at him a little longer. Then, his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath, mumbling. “Okay.”

Crow blinks. “Huh?”

Murder waves his hand, staring at the crumbling ceiling. “I’m fine with it. If that’s what he wants.”

“You’re just… going along with it?”

“You think I’d say no?”

“… Maybe?”

Murder lets out a small chuckle, the tone somewhat bitter. “He’s my god. I trust him. With my life, and my death. If he says I need this…” He trails off, glancing at the shrine. “… Then maybe I do.”

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sounds of candles burning in the background. Then, Murder hears the rustling sounds of feathers moving away from him. “… Okay then.”

“Wait,” the hooded skeleton calls out. He leans forward, his fingers curling around Crow’s dark sleeves. Not pulling, just holding. “You should stay.”

Crow blinks at him, tilting his head in a way that makes Murder have to resist a smile. “Why?” The winged monster asks, some wariness in his tone.

Murder tugs, gently. “Just for a bit,” he mumbles. “It’s lonely in here.”

Crow hesitates, but only for a second. Reluctantly, he sits down next to Murder, folding his wings neatly against his back. “No drinking, okay?” He glares half-heartedly at Murder.

“It’s fine.” Murder grins. “Your company is enough.” He hums, content. For the first time in a while, he feels… satisfied.

Outside, in the backyard, the crows caw softly.

[yournamemakesmytonguetired]

The part where I yap about myself!!

Refer to me as: Moth, Shy Moth (if you’re than one person, you know who you are), Vex?? (This vexes me >:)!!), or some nickname??

my pronouns: she/they/he/it

Labels I suppose could be used on me:

-genderfluid

-bisexual?? Lesbian?? Idkkk

-an annoyance (am I joking? Maybe. Maybe not.)

-furry

-alterhuman of some form, I don’t want to read about it so the umbrella term it is *

my extensive list of kins (see the closest asterisk)

-German shepherd (as in the dog), for some reason a male dog? No testes though?

-ferret

-moths in general (this one was probably hard to guess)

-coyote

-red fox

-European badger

I forgor 💀

guess what country I live in based off some of my posts challenge, difficulty: impossible!! /j

for the sake of this nonexistent argument we have going on, let’s just say I am autistic and have fibromyalgia :) (kinda in evaluation process?)

my special interests/obsessions/hyperfixations(?):

🧪: will post a lot/very strong interest

🧬: old/not really active

🩻:few posts/sort of interested

🧬mlp/equestria girls

🧬harry potter (once upon a time, I do not support JKR)

🧬fantastic beasts and where to find them (^)

🧪kandi

🩻percy jackson/heroes of olympus

🧬helluva boss

🧬hazbin hotel

🧪house md

🩻murder drones

🩻the amazing digital circus

🩻space

🩻artemis fowl

🧪squishmallows

🧪hermitcraft/the life series

🧪minecraft

🧪anatomy/medicine

hihihihi why is the X-ray emoji so pretty?

my tags:

#wow moth talks: just me talking

#wow moth reblogged: stuff i reblog, i basically only use it when I say stuff too

#this is one of moth’s rambles: when i talk about something a lot in one post/my old talking tag

#moth does art: my mildly ugly art/just stuff I make

#moth has parents: mentions of my parents

#moth posts pics of stuff: pics i post

#moth does quizzes/tests for funzies: come on just read it

#wow moth has a music taste: music I like/dislike

I have more but I don’t feel like adding them.

I can’t really stop you from interacting with me but don’t post anything NSFW targeted at me without my permission !! Just the basic DNI stuff.

i use tone tags a lot, probably because i struggle with reading between lines and thus want to help people? I don’t know. I haven’t come that far in psychoanalysing myself.

i am under 20 years of age

I don’t really post/repost NSFW stuff that often, and if I do, I’ll tag it

i repost a lot of things so unless you want your notifs to blow up probably don’t turn notifs on on me?

For my normal playlists, visit #wow moth has playlists

for my themed playlists, visit #wow moth has themed playlists

date of updates:

19/02/25

17/03/25

22/03/25

16/04/25

29/04/25

04/05/25

[bcbryar]

Can't sleep so thinking about Ranboo and Tubbo. Don't ask. But I just think. The two of em are so ...interesting. Like in the way that they completely do and don't match. They're the opposite types of chronically online. They have very different views of the internet and their jobs. They communicate in such different ways. Their life experiences with their queerness are so different. Kind of inevitable that it ended in something mildly catastrophic. Like one of those strange, queerplatonic-esque codependent friendships you have in secondary school. You get along like a house on fire until you realise that, despite what you thought, the venn diagram of you and them is closer to nonexistent than to one circle. Y'kno.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

Today had been exhausting. To put it mildly. A thick layer of snow enveloped the Upper East Side when Oliver left for work; extending his regular ten minute commute to a miserable, half-hour schlep. His office radiator was on the fritz - everyone and everything demanded his undivided attention - and to make matters worse, he’d skipped lunch entirely due to an irate phone call from his parents.

HEAD ABOVE WATER (IN THE EYE OF THE STORM)

There’s a wash-thin t-shirt from his pre-grad days draped over the dresser mirror: one of several incorporated into Elio’s casual wardrobe since his much-anticipated move to the States. A Yawn is the Body’s Silent Scream it declares in faded, vinyl lettering, yet when Oliver’s jaw cracks twice in as many minutes the bone-deep contentment that follows feels nothing short of euphoric as he smothers the sound in the petal-soft skin of his boyfriend’s freckled forearm. 

To his right, a constant drip-drip-drip emanates from the brownstone’s fire escape. An occasional heavy gust rattles the frosted panes. As with most evenings, next door’s television drones low and muffled beyond the party wall, but their bedroom itself remains a bastion of calm: silent, by and large, save for the unbroken susurrus of their steady inhalations. 

The ubiquitous creak of worn-out box springs. 

The lub-dub ballad of the adagio heartbeat cushioning his cheek, soothing him into a trance-like inertia.

Elio doesn’t mind, however. Not if his indulgent chuckle is any indication. Just carries on humming his latest composition whilst weaving those clever fingers through Oliver’s sweat-damp hair: holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Close your eyes, amore mio,” he whispers at length; each caress an unspoken reassurance in the marginal space between them. “You’ve earned it, no?”

“I shouldn’t…” Oliver mutters, receiving a stubble-rough kiss to his muzzy forehead. “Those Ontology papers -”

“Aren’t due back ‘til Monday,” Elio reminds him: headstrong as always. “And you’ll have all weekend to grade them, regardless.” 

An admirable proposal: though easier said than done with such welcome distractions.

Today had been exhausting. To put it mildly. A thick layer of snow enveloped the Upper East Side when Oliver left for work; extending his regular ten minute commute to a miserable, half-hour schlep. His office radiator was on the fritz - everyone and everything demanded his undivided attention - and to make matters worse, he’d skipped lunch entirely due to an irate phone call from his parents. 

They still haven't forgiven him for cancelling his engagement. For refusing to be railroaded into the status quo. He’d honestly thought himself immune to their bigoted condemnation, but listening to his father rant about selfish perversions soon rendered his appetite nonexistent, and by the time he’d limped back to their Morningside apartment - feet throbbing, migraine building, throat scraped raw by the frigid, December air - Oliver would be the first to admit he was circling the proverbial drain.  

In any event, the rich aroma of basil and marinara greeted him like a warm hug when he locked the front door behind him; Mafalda having gifted them a folder of handwritten recipes to combat the mostruosità ingrassante of American cuisine. Elio - wearing the blue-and-white sweater Oliver’d purchased in Sicily - was curled up on the couch with a German copy of Don Quixote, yet shimmying free of his blanket burrito the shameless clothes thief marked his place in the dog-eared pages, returned the novel to their brimming bookcase, then pointed imperiously at the kitchen table.

“Siediti,” he’d commanded, ushering him into the nearest chair. 

“Eat,” he’d implored, plating up some Pasta alla Norma before pouring a glass of wine. 

Straightaway, Oliver’s stomach growled like one of Pavlov’s dogs, and grabbing his fork he’d speared a chunk of roasted eggplant - groaning in undisguised relief when Elio set about removing his water-logged shoes and socks as he offloaded his petty grievances between absent-minded bites. 

He has a vague recollection of downing the leftover pinot in a single swallow. 

Of an unwavering grip urging him to stand: guiding his leaden limbs towards the moonlit bedroom. 

His memories grow a little clearer after that, and Oliver smiles as he nuzzles the dusky peak of Elio’s nipple; breath escaping on a sigh when a calloused thumb skims the ridge of his gently rising rib cage. Smiles even wider at the blatant reminder of oil-slick palms bestowing a tender massage. The feathery brush of bee-stung lips mouthing southwards that preceded a truly exquisite orgasm.

He’d offered up a grumbling protest at Elio’s insistence he need not reciprocate - though Heaven knows he was far too drained to actually try - and snaking both arms around his partner’s slender waist he’d melted into a boneless embrace; arching like a satisfied tomcat as ghostly fingertips mapped the crest of his liquified spine.

“You’re out for the count,” Elio murmurs then, tracing the curve of his ticklish earlobe. The mottled birthmark adorning his shoulder. “So do as I say, d’accord? Rest. Récupérer. Let me take care of you for once…” 

Again, he means to argue. And very nearly does. But the Hispanic rhythms of their lively neighbourhood aren’t the only things dulled by the unseasonal blizzard, and as Oliver’s muted senses drag him further under, he finds himself immeasurably grateful for the man who’s no longer a dream.

No longer a memory.

His Elio. His malakh. The other half of his earthbound soul.

[anyataylorjoys]

people say muskrat won't want tumblr because it's "unprofitable" but that's not the reason he's taking over popular social media platforms and if you think so you're not paying attention. purchasing tumblr would be an easy and quick exchange for him and would be a mere penny from his pocket. he hasn't looked this way because the platform is considered underground today. it's not peeped upon by corporate entities and every individual who has an account doesn't disclose their presence here in real life because it's a safe haven to essentially "live journal" anonymously. it's thought to be dead but there are over a hundred million active users here. we are like rats in the sewers, a secret militia.

this place feels private. the things people do and say here is for the most part unserious, and it doesn't make news waves unless big social trends break containment and get to twitter/tiktok and even then people don't know that the origin is tumblr. as long as this platform remains the same and allows uncensored speech and anonymity, people will take refuge here. and not just because we can exist in a mildly uncontrolled environment but we have options to curate the things we see which is becoming nonexistent in other places online. it's literally the only good social platform left for so many reasons but don't talk about fight club etc.