#literally i will accept anything it’d be fun

[emp-t-man]

hey wolfers. you guys should totally give me tier list ideas. you should send me prompts for character tier lists. it would be so cool and hot if you sent me ideas to make into a tier list. you sh

[taeyongdoyoung]

good for you

summary: your boyfriend is literally perfect and treats you like a princess but you want him to completely lose control 😇 pairing: mingyu x reader genre: smut, tooth-rotting fluff warnings: established relationship, home intruder roleplay, consensual somnophilia, safeword exists but isn't used, rough sex, no lube, no protection, neck biting, size kink (no one is surprised), titty slapping, sir kink, spanking, praise+degradation, slight dumbification, subspace, pet names, shy dom gyu, crying, mentions of pee (non-sexual context), aftercare!!! word count: 1.7k

You and Mingyu have not been together for long but from what you know so far he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated. He treats you like a princess, brings you flowers or chocolates with or without occasion, drives you around everywhere, gets stuff from the top shelf for you and is basically the kindest soul to ever step on this Earth. You are, of course, beyond grateful for that, and do your best to show him how much you appreciate him every chance you get.

However, a little demon inside your brain kind of wants him to not treat you as if you are made of glass all the time. While the sex is great and Mingyu makes sure that you reach an orgasm, you can’t help but fantasize about him going rough on you. Even when his friends tease (bully) him, he almost never uses his height and strength to his advantage, instead accepting everything with a good-natured smile.

But you would be lying if you said that the idea of him just snapping doesn’t excite you. Nevertheless, you are not sure how to bring this up to him. You don’t want to sound ungrateful or for him to feel insecure about his abilities because he’s perfect the way he is. It’s your filthy brain that needs fixing. Still, you decide that honesty is the key to a healthy relationship and you gather all your courage to approach him about this.

“Hey, Mingyu, can we talk about something?” you ask one evening after you two have finished having dinner.

His eyes are immediately filled with worry. Judging by the tone of your voice, this is something serious. So far, your relationship has been lighthearted and devoid of any problems. Mingyu thinks that it’s going great but apparently he’s been fooling himself.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

“What?! Of course not! Do you want to break up with me?” you panic.

“No, no, please,” Mingyu shakes his head fervently.

“Good, good,” you exhale in relief.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

“Um, it’s kinda embarrassing but I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.”

“Secrets?” Mingyu blinks in curiosity.

“Yeah…You know how you’re always super gentle with me, both outside and inside the bedroom?”

“Uh, sure? What about it?”

“Can you consider…not doing that all the time?”

“In what sense?” Mingyu raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“In the sense that…can you fuck me harder without holding yourself back? You’re not gonna break me, I promise.”

“Oh…” he finally realizes what you’re getting at. Because he doesn’t say anything rightaway, you hurry to explain.

“Not that I don’t like how sweet and patient you are with me! It’s more than amazing, I just thought that…maybe it’d be fun to try something new. If it’s not your thing, forget I mentioned it, I’m so-“

“It’s not that it doesn’t sound appealing. But I’m afraid that if I’m not holding myself back, I’ll end up hurting you,” Mingyu confesses, surprising you.

You reach your hand out across the table to hold his comfortingly.

“You won’t. I know how caring you are, Mingyu. Which is why I would trust you with something like this. Okay?”

“Okay,” he nods. “Did you have a particular scenario in mind or do you want me to surprise you?”

“Surprise me.”

Mingyu smirks sinisterly. Oh God. What kind of demon have you unleashed?

🎀🎀🎀

A few days later, you receive a text from Mingyu while you’re walking home.

Mingyu: Busy tonight?

You: All yours

Mingyu: Unlock your door at exactly 10pm and wait for me in your bed. If I’m not there by 10:30, lock it again, alright?

You: Yes, sir 🛐

Mingyu: That’s my good girl.

Fucking hell. Your heart flutters upon reading these words. He’s called you that before but in this context, it thrills you even more than usual.

Mingyu: Safeword is butterfly. Use it if something is too much, if you’re in pain or for any other reason that brings you discomfort, okay?

You: I’m gonna need a safeword?!?!

Mingyu: I hope it doesn’t come to that but just in case. See you in a couple of hours, baby.

You’re too excited for tonight. You take a long shower. You wear your prettiest lingerie and make your room as cozy as possible. Not that it matters. You spray perfume over your neck and wrists. You put on some lipbalm and mascara. You want to look good for him. But the truth is, you had an exhausting week and already feel sleepy. You unlock the door at 10pm, climb into your bed and…

Somehow you fall asleep. You feel disoriented as your consciousness is slowly returning to you. You feel too hot, too weak and too full. Fuck. What’s going on? You don’t dare to open your eyes for fear of ruining the sweeter than sleep reality.

“Dumb baby couldn’t wait for me and fell asleep all by herself?” Mingyu’s deep voice coos in your ear.

In your half-awake state you feel your boyfriend’s cock thrusting deep inside of you, taking you rougher than ever before. Well, you asked for it.

“So cute and helpless, leaving the door unlocked for anyone to enter and use you like a whore,” Mingyu murmurs.

He rubs your clit vigorously while still fucking into you, making you wetter than ever before.

“Nnghh,” you whimper drowsily.

“Shhh, baby, go back to sleep,” Mingyu whispers. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to think about anything.”

He squeezes your boobs, leaning down to bite your neck like a hungry wolf. And here, you thought your boyfriend was just a cute puppy.

“S-so big,” you cry out pitifully.

“You can take it, slut,” Mingyu says confidently.

You don’t offer a verbal response but your body speaks for itself. Mingyu is almost splitting you in two but your pussy is swallowing him up greedily.

“H-harder, p-please,” your mouth seems to have a mind of its own because it speaks against any common sense.

Mingyu slaps your tits, a little hesitant at first.

It stings but it’s such a sweet hurt you’re already addicted to it.

“Like this?” he asks, making sure it’s okay.

“M-more,” you beg, forgetting all inhibitions. “Use me.”

He does it a couple of more times, while still fucking you roughly. His dick is so enormous that you’re certain you’ll be sore tomorrow but it will be more than worth it. You lose count of how many times you’ve come around his cock. Sliding out and flipping you on your belly, he takes you from behind, too, spanking your ass and gripping your hair.

“Such a good girl, just for me, right? No one else gets to see you like this, yeah?” Mingyu’s words come out rushed, almost in trance.

“All yours, sir,” you promise.

Mingyu seems satisfied with your answer because he spills his seed inside of you seconds after. You follow his lead and eventually, your knees give out, your mind goes blank and you collapse on the bed.

“Baby?” Mingyu checks up on you worriedly.

You are not capable of responding, brain barely functioning anymore. He moves you gently to see your face. Your eyes are open but unblinking, which scares the shit out of him.

“Come back to me, my sweetheart, please,” Mingyu cries out, hugging you tightly.

A couple of moments later, you still don’t remember your own name but something more important to you leaves your lips:

“Mingyu?” you whisper cautiously.

“Oh, angel,” Mingyu sighs. “I’m right here.”

Then, you suddenly burst into tears. Overwhelmed by how good he made you feel and how much he cares about you, your emotions fully take over.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” Mingyu positions you so that you are sitting on his knee and rocks you gently back and forth.

“N-no,” you shake your head. “I’m s-so happy.”

“You poor thing,” Mingyu chuckles softly. “Can’t believe you worked so hard to doll yourself up and make the room smell nice. You knew I was gonna ruin your lingerie anyway, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to look good for you,” you admit with a pout.

“You always do. My best girl,” Mingyu kisses you sweetly and wraps you in his warm embrace, lulling you back to sleep.

🎀🎀🎀

The next morning, you wake up to the feeling of wanting to pee so badly. You manage to climb out of bed but barely make one step and trip on the ground. Uh oh. You got fucked so good you literally can’t walk.

Awakened by the loud thud, Mingyu is by your side in no time.

“What happened?”

“You happened,” you reply truthfully, but you don’t blame him because you brought this upon yourself.

“Oh…” Mingyu understands what you mean. “Did you want to use the toilet?”

“Uh, yeah. Gosh, this is so mortifying.”

You cover your face with your hands.

“I was literally deep inside of you a few hours ago, get over yourself,” Mingyu laughs and lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bathroom.

“Are you gonna stare at me?!” you ask in embarrassment.

“Might as well,” he laughs but gives you some privacy, even though there is no need to be shy after all the things you’ve done together.

After that, he insists on doing everything for you. You tell him you are perfectly capable of brushing your own teeth but nope, Mingyu wants to do that, as well. And honestly? It feels too good to reject.

He even makes breakfast and brings it to bed so you can share it together. As you take the first bite and drink the first sip of coffee for the morning, the feelings come crashing once again. And you start crying even harder than last night.

“Oh, baby, what is it?” Mingyu wants to know, as he brushes your hair behind your ear and wipes your tears.

“N-nothing, you’re just so amazing and kind I feel extremely touched.”

“You do realize this is literally the bare minimum, right?” Mingyu seems shocked. He just made pancakes. It’s not some heroic act, in his humble opinion.

“It’s so rare to find a lovely guy like you, though,” you admit.

“Well, my good girl deserves only the best,” he smiles shyly and kisses your cheek.

You wrap your arms around his neck, grinning wider than ever before.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll want to be good for you forever.”

“I’m counting on it.”

The End

[howlsofbloodhounds]

You know, one of my favorite headcanons is that Nightmare's and Dream's Negativity and Positivity auras cause permanent damage to the soul if used too frequently.

My thought process about it is literally just that they function basically as extraneous bodies influencing the soul from the inside. Meaning that, with enough exposure, an actual extraneous residue can remain inside the soul. It's basically like an incurable infection.

Now, imagine this applied to Killer. Killer who probably chased after the feelings of the aura at least at first because sometimes he needs to feel literally anything at all to not lose it (and because the pain that came after the high was grounding and 'fun' in the way he's been conditioned to regard all pain).

And imagine him after running away from Nightmare and finally finding a a safe space with Color only to be hit with the realization that both of the ones who destroyed him left permanent marks on him (Chara with the very shape of his soul, and Nightmare with the black sludge he can never wash away flowing just below the surface). Imagine Color having to gently but firmly refuse to leave a mark of his own. Because that's not gonna make anything better, not really, it's only gonna hurt Killer further. But Killer insists that he needs it, he needs at least one mark that is from something good- from someone good.

Just, hhhhhhhhhhh, the possibilities for angst with this are so many

I love that headcanon, and the thought of that is kinda sad.

It reminds me of this little comic I came across like a year or two ago where Killer carved Color’s name into his wrist. It was for different reasons, i believe it was because Killer couldn’t think of another way to show Color that he loved him other than to leave something of Color on him permanently and that way he’d never forget him.

I wonder what kind of marking(s) Killer would be looking for here, what he’d be willing to settle for, how desperate would he get and how far would he be willing to go to get what he wants from Color.

Does it need to be something permanent, something small and easily hidden or something big enough to notice? Can it be temporary but frequent, like bite or scratch marks? Would he try to get color to fight and bruise him up. Would he find a way to leave color’s mark on him himself. Would something like a collar from Color or with something that links back to Color work, if it’s not exactly what he wants.

I’d imagine the thought of being marked again, even if by Color, would cause some major conflict between his stages—his dissociative parts, causing a lot of confusion and disturbance.

The body may have been conditioned to enjoy pain and torture, especially in Stage 2, but doesn’t mean Killer wants it or even can mentally or emotionally handle it in other Stages.

If Color marks him in a permanent painful way, somewhere deep down it’d register as a betrayal to Killer—and if Color doesn’t do something, there’s a risk of feeling misunderstood and maybe even rejected—leading to distancing if Color doesn’t approach the subject carefully.

Color is in a very delicate situation, and he has to make a choice or a compromise if he’s willing, but he also has to be prepared for any consequences or pushback that would come from refusing—which he is of course allowed to do.

I can see him being willing to find a safer alternative or compromise, and Killer is going to have to accept that one way or another—no matter how may push at the lines, keep trying to convince Color. And even if he may come very close to straight up begging—trying to convince Color that it’d be good, he can take it, it’s just once, he trusts him, yada yada.

Cause at the end of the day, Color can tell this request is coming from a place of fear and self dehumanization, a need for security and reassurance that Color is willing to give him in safer ways, not a genuine want.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Robin and the Stray (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n: you already know this is based off of an oc and you already know im gonna write it like its just your average y/n. i dont even know if yall hate this or not but TOO BAD (im kidding please start paying attention to this blog again i long for the days i mattered)

prompt:

part 2

Gotham City, all the way back when you were kids. Didn’t feel like it, though. Not when you two were up all night off on adventures—more like missions—and occasionally crossing paths. Batman and Robin weren’t too fond of you and Catwoman giving them headaches from time to time with your heists and all that fun stuff. But sooner or later they cracked and started letting you two off the hook.

The flirting was just playful at first, a literal get-out-of-jail free card, if you will. But somewhere down the line, you started to mean it. You liked your time spent with Robin, and every once in a while you’d even let him catch you.

Nights that you and Selina split up, the Bat and the Bird had to do the same. That’d when you got him alone. And after a while, you’d just end up on a random rooftop teasing him in some silly, flustering way. A cute comment here and there to let him know you were still interested. Jumping across rooftops and crawling up fire escapes to keep him on his toes while you talked. Although you were still strangers out of these costumes, you still managed to drop a little personal detail every once in a while to bond. Part of you worried if he was only letting you escape to trick you into some false sense of security, lately you’ve been returning stolen goods to him just to see him again.

And night after night there were new encounters, only in these you weren’t really doing anything wrong. Just pouncing around and watching the city, almost like you were on patrol. You could tell him you were just watching over Gotham while he was elsewhere.

It was funny how awkward he was at first when you met. But it’d been some months since the Cats got out of the bag, and Selina was starting to warm up to Batman, too. It was kind of cute. Robin seemed so much more confident talking to you nowadays, he flirted back and laughed with you and pretended you got away when Batman asked where you went (oh, and Catwoman also got away!).

There was one particular night that you’ll never forget. This one night where you’d just snuck out to be in the city, secretly hoping Robin was out, too. All suited up in your catlike garb roaming the streets and rooftops of Gotham, and hours went by without a sighting of your special guy. You sat at the ledge of a rooftop overlooking Downtown Gotham—a bit too close to GCPD, but maybe that was where you needed to be.

It wasn’t long before Robin saw a figure concerningly close to the edge of a high building, and he could just barely make out those cat ears on your head. He awkwardly split off from Batman, who warned him not to do anything stupid. They had just put away a D-list villian and, let’s face it, they’re the most annoying ones to deal with and Batman now had to wash ketchup and mustard out of the crevices of his armor.

Robin met you up top, cheeks warming when he saw your immediate smile when you turned around, he gave you the same one. “Do you want to get a pizza?” He asked you with a shrug and a tilt of his head. You furrowed your brows just barely. “I guess not?”

“I mean—sure. But you want to go now? Like, dressed like this?” You sort of giggled, leaning into the idea just a little.

“Why not?” Robin asked you, eyes gleaming with just a bit of boy wonder. “Gotham’s seen weirder.”

“How’s that gonna affect your ‘image,’ huh? A good boy like you hanging out with the likes of a cat burglar, what would dear old Jim Gordon have to say?” You kept teasing him, but it seemed he was set on the idea. “You don’t even care, do you, Birdy?”

“I don’t, actually.” He said, extending his gloved hand to you. You accepted his help off the ledge and got to your feet.

“Got a place in mind?” You asked him as he walked off without an answer. “Okay, Batman.” You crossed your arms and walked behind him, only half-amused with his manners. But he was still cute the way he acted like Batman in those bright colors and tight pants. At least they’d been tweaked over the past few months, you couldn’t tell if he’d hit some kind of growth spurt or he just really liked tight clothes.

“See that sign over there?” Robin pointed down the street, a bright neon sign displayed the word “PIZZA” in red lettering, encased in a yellow circle you assumed was also pizza. “Twenty-four hours. You’ll be glad to know they do their best work in these hours.”

“You mean ‘vigilante hours?’” You joked, nudging him with your elbow.

“Something like that.” He nudged back. Suddenly, he leaped off the edge of the building—which actually wasn’t that tall if you were used to this sort of thing—and used a grapple gun to break the landing.

“Wow. We’re doing this, huh.” You equipped a whip and secured it to the neighboring building, descending yourself in a much more anticlimactic way—but still impressive if you weren’t used to this sort of thing. “Show off.”

“Had to do it one of these days, you’re always one-upping me.” He said walking forward, just a casual stroll down the streets of Gotham in costume, ignoring any pedestrians or nearby residents that may be up this late. Part of you hoped that you’d run into trouble just to see how it’d feel to fight side by side, show him you’re more than just mischief, you’re a bit kickass, too.

After a few minutes of chatting, the pair of you made it to the pizza shop. Robin opened the door for you where the bell above the door chimed when you entered. The employees watched as two masked freaked walked inside and casually asked what they could get for you. You shrugged when Robin looked at you for your preference, letting him pick for you. Then he pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills from his pocket and told them “keep the change.”

“Got any more of those for me?” You batted your eyes and tilted your head.

“You want to get paid for this date?” He chuckled, wondering if he should make his next joke, but he knew you had a sense of humor. “Wouldn’t that make you a hooker?” You broke into laughter that he joined in on and tapped him on the arm.

“Hey, whatever you wanna call me. As long as I get a couple bucks, what’s the harm?” You joked back and Robin thought to himself how nice your genuine laughter was, not just those careful little chuckles and giggles were. Your true smile was goofy and brilliant to him. Lost in the moment, your order was called up and the two of you left the shop with a hot box of pizza.

“Hold this real quick?” Robin handed the box off to you, then grabbed your waist and grappled to a nearby rooftop as you squealed from surprise.

“What ever happened to a gentlemanly warning? I could have dropped the pizza!” You told him as he took it back.

“Looks good to me.” He peeked in and brought it to another ledge. “I take it you like the view?”

“What do you mean?” You walked closer and took a seat.

“I always see you sitting or standing on the edge of these buildings. You just brooding?” He raised a brow.

“That’s more of a Batman thing.” You took a piece of pizza and took a bite.

“Then tell me why you’re always hanging out on tall buildings.”

“I like looking around, is that a crime?” You asked with a mouthful of cheese and bread.

“No, but breaking and entering is. And stealing, of course.” He took a slice and sat beside you. Below your dangling feet was just another street of Gotham City, a street he protected and you would just watch. Nothing special about it, especially since there were no museums or penthouses here.

You sat with your hands at your sides, leaning forward a bit to get a better view of the ground. It was then that you felt a gentle touch, Robin’s hand on yours. You glanced at him from the side and he saw as your lip curled slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you might have seen him blush. It was strange in a way, feeling so drawn to someone without a name. “Robin” had a nice ring to it, though.

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[mifluffy-thoughts]

Ok I have many thoughts regarding this. But Hans had so much potential to be one of the greatest Disney villains of all time. The concept of an evil Disney prince is genius, it was just pulled off wrong. It could have been a great lesson about toxic relationships rather than just poking fun at the “love at first sight” trope. It is especially relevant nowadays with how unfortunately common toxic partners are since a lot of people don’t notice red flags due to the lack of education and their romanticization in media. Here is how I personally think Hans could have been used a heck of a lot better in Frozen as a villain:

(CW for manipulation, toxic relationships, love bombing, and just so many red flags)

I don’t think anything up to Elsa being introduced to Hans has to change aside from removing the scene where he smiles at Anna after he falls in the water. That, or, the smile should have a hint of scheming behind it

When he is introduced to Elsa, Hans should actually get a chance to speak. Elsa hasn’t been characterized as strict, and, considering she is making this whole thing about now immediately assuming that a person should be judged based on first impressions, she is a bit hypocritical for not hearing him out

He should give this whole speech about love and romance that he would be pulling out of his ass. The crowd around could be captivated and Elsa should be seen considering his words. A beat of silence after he ends where there’s a close up of a somewhat conniving smile before Elsa refuses and everything that follows with Anna pulling the glove off should be the same

Then I think Hans should actually go with Anna to help find Elsa. Instead, the Duke of Weaselton should be left in charge and the whole movie should be trying to pin him as a bad guy rather than Hans with only hints of Hans being a villain. The Duke is being an awful, selfish leader who cares only for his comfort

Obviously, meeting Kristoff would cause a lot of tension. Hans and Kristoff would bicker a lot and it’d just seem like a classic love triangle

Hans would constantly be acting gentlemanly and perfect but the words he says to Anna would be super manipulative. Like he’d comfort her about Elsa and then be like “she didn’t accept our love, don’t be surprised if she doesn’t accept it when we speak to her”

Kristoff would notice Hans being hella sus and try to talk to Anna about it but she just pushes it off. However, his words would still stick with her and she’d start questioning it. Maybe this is when they could first kiss and Hans could start full blown love bombing her to further manipulate her

When Olaf appears, Hans would at first be kinda rude to him. I think he’d try to push Anna off of everything that is magical to get her to dislike Elsa. Noticing Anna loves Olaf due to her childhood, he’d somewhat relent, maybe even literally say he allows her to spend time with him

At Elsa’s palace, Anna would insist talking to her by herself and Hans would refuse at first but would get into an argument with Kristoff regarding it (maybe Kristoff could say something like “why do you always control what she does?” and Anna would use the argument to rush into the palace and speak with Elsa

What happens in the palace would be the same. Anna gets hit in the heart then Marshmallow appears and they get chased off. Hans would fully krank up the manipulation and try to use this to turn Anna against Elsa since she made a monster to attack them. Anna would actually start believing his words until either she remembers Olaf has been nothing but nice and helpful and then Hans turns against Olaf as well. It could escalate into a full blown argument until Anna’s hair starts getting whiter and they notice shit is going down. That’s when Kristoff would mention his family and knowing that if Anna dies and Elsa stays alone in the palace then it’d be really hard for him to become king, he agrees with Kristoff since it’s their best shot

“Fixer Upper” would basically be the same except Hans is also trying to butt in and tell them they’re engaged but they’re acting like he doesn’t exist. Eventually his patience runs out when they suggest to get him out of the way and he threatens the trolls with his sword, ending the song prematurely. He could actually try to attack one of them before Kristoff stops him and Anna’s condition gets worse

After learning true love will thaw the ice, Hans kisses her (although somewhat reluctantly) and, of course, it doesn’t work. He could make up an excuse of ice covering her lips making the contact non-existent and Granpabbie could be like “maybe” (this is actually something that happens in the once upon a time show in the Frozen arc. True love doesn’t really work if there is no direct contact, but also one of the characters in this case was not actually in love)

Before they rush to go back to Arendelle to warm her up as a last-ditch attempt, Grandpabbie would pull back Kristoff and straight up say there’s something wrong regarding Hans

On the way back, Hans would try to comfort and distract Anna by telling her stories of his home and trying to get her to sympathize with him by being like “yeah, by brothers were awful”

When they get back, they notice the Duke is being a fucking dick to the people and kick him out of being the ruler and make Hans the leader. He’d be actually nice and help the townspeople but due to all this work he’s doing, Kristoff would be Anna’s main caretaker

Hans would find the Duke and straight up tell him to get some soldiers and go kill Elsa, this would be how the audience has it confirmed he’s the villain

This would extend the runtime of the movie, but there should be a lot of sweet scenes of Kristoff taking care of Anna. Her freezing wouldn’t be as fast as the freezing in the movie, and probably take a few days as the Duke goes to kill Elsa. Hans would come up every once in a while and while the way he talks to her wouldn’t be that different, it’d be extremely clear now that he is manipulating Anna

Olaf would catch Hans planning to kill Elsa. Maybe he reads a diary (in this case, the diary would need to be shown beforehand) or catches him talking to someone or writing a letter. Moments later, the Duke would arrive saying they failed to kill her, but where able to capture her

After that, most things would remain the same. Hans goes to talk to Elsa, while Olaf goes and spills the beans to Kristoff. He runs to go confront Hans

The scene where Hans reveals absolutely everything would be to Kristoff and he’d lock him in the room so he’d be unable to tell Anna

Anna would see Elsa walking outside after she breaks out and would get Sven to get to Elsa, when she arrives, she sees Hans going for the kill, and, just like in the actual movie, stops him and freezes

Kristoff would finally break out and notice what happened. Elsa would be hugging Anna while Kristoff confronts Hans once again (with Olaf) and Hans just straight up tells them everything and says no one would believe them anyways due to how much he’s helped the kingdom and will become king

Unfortunately for him, Anna comes back and he immediately goes back to being lovey dovey but she reveals she heard everything while frozen and punches him

And then everything else would be just like in the original. Maybe Anna could make a comment about taking some time off romance but if when she’s ready Kristoff is still available, she would be willing to date him

And that’s it! Idk, this is just a thought I’ve been having for a while. There’s not enough children’s media that teaches them about toxic relationships and red flags to look out for and I think that’s extremely important in this day and age. Learning from a young age is super important and preventing people from getting into toxic relationships is the best way to prevent abuse. At the same time, this movie already has a major focus on familial love rather than romantic, and showing the value of a good support system in situations like this can help victims of toxic relationships reach out and vice versa. Also an evil Disney prince is a good idea period, Disney just fucked it up idk what to tell you

[letstrythisout4]

I was rly wandering, if you write one-shots. And if you actually do, can you write one Ron x female reader, where the reader is transferee from Beauxbatons and Ron literally drools over her, but after few months he grows balls to ask her out and she accepts, but NO drama!! But if you don’t write this kind of stuff or don’t take requests, it’s totally fine!

Authors note: this was cute. though i will say ron may be a littlle out of character just a bit boys in love idk If anyone has any other requests please send them in, they provide me fuel and thank you so much to the anon that requested this.

You have to be the most beautiful girl Ron has ever seen. 

Something about the way you are able to laugh so easily with the twins and then turn around to debate with Hermione about the merits of mincing versus chopping Asphodel roots. Something about the way you were so polite with Sprout. The way you would just stare at the people who made fun of your accent, refusing to give them a response. The way you were just casually kind. The way you explained things to him without making him feel stupid. The way you laughed. The way your accent came through. The way-

The first time he met you he stuttered through his name, much to the amusement of his fellow Gryffindor boys. He couldn’t really make eye contact with you, always looking just to the left or right to give the illusion that he was. Though he had a feeling it wasn’t very convincing. 

A blessing and a curse came later when Professor Sprout announced they’d be doing a partner project in Herbology. Before Ron could turn to ask Harry to be partners, he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned to see you, “Do you want to work together?” 

Ron can’t remember what he said -if anything- all that he knew is that later that day he was walking to the common room to play Wizard's Chess with Seamus before you waved him into the library. He followed you to a table and sat down in a chair beside you as you pulled out notes from your bag. “I already have an idea of what we can do. Do you mind?” you asked.

Ron shook his head silently and watched as you beamed at him. Ignoring the feeling that his chest was going to collapse into itself, he tried his best to pay attention to you as you explained that you had done a similar project at Beauxbaton and that it’d just be simpler if you both just used your previous work as a foundation.

The project was massive and over the course of several months the two of you chipped away at it piece by piece. The moments where he wasn’t actively spending time with you, he was thinking about the next time you’d be working together. On more than one occasion did Harry or Hermione have to remind him to blink as he watched you from a distance. 

He would watch as you sat, slouching in your seat was you read the text McGonagall had assigned for the end of class. He took in the way the torch light hit your skin and they way your mouth was just slightly opened and- “THUD” Ron jumped slightly in shock as he looked to where the noise came from. McGonagall had dropped a textbook just behind him, “Do you mind grabbing that for me, Mr. Weasley?” she asked, not really asking, with a knowing look on her face. Ron handed it to her without a word as his face turned pink. He turned to finally start his reading before casting one last look at you-

You made eye contact and smiled at him. He gave a tight smile back feeling his face turn fully red before ducking his head down to stare blankly at the textbooks pages. “Enough is enough.” he muttered to himself.

Once the class was dismissed he practically ran out of the room and down to the kitchen where he got to work. When it came time to meet at your table in the library, you arrived to find Ron already there. The boy you had grown familiar with was holding a singular flower and some candy. Both of which were your favorites  that you had offhandedly mentioned over the course of the months spent at that table. 

“Is there- Can I-” the boy struggled before finally saying, “Can I please take you out? On a date?”

You smiled softly taking in how his leg bounced under the table, “Of course.” you said simply, kissing his cheek watching with great amusement as he blushed and grinned.

[cringecannon]

what other companions or characters do you think would be into public play? i personally think ascended Astarion and Gortash would be but I'd love to hear your thoughts :)

I've written about it before and I one million percent think ascended Asto is into exhibitionism (he literally outright says so in the game). Fucking in front of his spawn is fun, sure, he does it often. It’s so much more thrilling with polite company though, don’t you think? He just loves business dinners, you nestled between his thighs under the table and taking him so perfectly in your mouth. There’s few places he’d rather be.

Raphael never turns down the opportunity to show off, and it’d just be so rude not to share you with his associates. Lavish parties with you as a nude centerpiece, blindfolded and gagged and bare. You almost never know whether it’s him running his hands down your side or some other devil. You won’t always do it alone, though. Sometimes he’s gracious enough to let Haarlep accompany you, their skilled fingers slipping between your legs. Louder, mouse. Everyone’s expecting a show.

Shadowheart isn’t keen on sharing, and that doesn’t change when she becomes a Dark Justiciar. Showing off your devotion to her in front of her Sharran followers, however… she can see the appeal. She’d grip the back of your shirt with a white knuckle grip, pulling your head between her legs. The stage deep in the temple is perfect for such a performance of power. You close your eyes, ignoring the blank gazes of the pale masks staring at you from the shadows. Don’t let the unsettling audience distract you. She will not accept anything less than perfection.

Gortash would have you bent over his desk, pounding away when an associate of his walked in. You attempt to cover yourself but he grabs your wrists, holding them down against the wood. His thrusts slow but never stop as he smiles to the newcomer. He instructs them to sit and they proceed to discuss a business deal like you’re not even there, like you’re not being bent in half and stretched to your limit. Don’t try to interrupt them. You won’t like the punishment that ensues when you’re alone again.

[comfort-writing]

Hey y’all- I know I’ve been gone a WHILE lol. Life’s been hectic and fun. Recently had the urge to write. I jotted down some notes; would y’all read this?

Ok so, for context, last night I had a weird dream about this exact scenario and felt the insatiable urge to write it down. It wasn’t Eddie in the dream (it was a diff actor who I literally had never thought about before? Like weird but I imagined Eddie in it when I woke up so here you go):

- Eddie is high key obsessed w you

- But in a cute way? Scary way? You really are unsure

- Like you know he has a crush on you- you’ve known it for years

- He makes it incredibly obvious. He’s a dork, so he’s not great at flirting, but he constantly tells everyone how awesome you are

- Reader is like; really cool? I imagine college age

- Like, he goes around campus just openly being a bit weird but mostly harmless

- Like, shows up to your sporting events (maybe cheer? Volleyball? Softball? Idk man I was a dancer and in colorguard- lmk what yall want) in a t shirt he made- like kinda creepy (but like I said- mostly harmless- just a little odd)

- Rumors spread about how he’s planning to sacrifice you or something

- You find it odd at first, but then you start observing him and see that it’s kinda genuine

- You eventually warm up to him, allowing him to become your friend

- The two are friends for a while, not really hanging out, but like, if he’s somewhere you are (which you eventually realize is more often than not), you’ll make friendly conversation

- He drives you home from class one day bc it’s storming

- Slowly, you start to realize that, while he’s going about it wrong, he’s actually really sweet

- You guys end up at a party

- He’s literally being your scary guard dog (or option b- the one from my dream- he’s making a complete fool of himself saying how cool and awesome and pretty you are. He’s a lil stoned)

- You’re laughing (at him and with him simultaneously) and having a great time

- He offers you a little schweed, and you accept. You two go into a secluded area to smoke

- You have a realization that- man, this guy is kind of adorable

- You lean in to kiss him, but he backs away, mouth hanging open like a fish

- “Stop freaking out so I can kiss you!” You laugh

- “Give me a minute- I need to make sure Im not dead, dying, or somehow overdosing on weed” he said, taking some deep breaths

- “You can’t overdose on weed, jackass.”

- “Yeah well this doesn’t feel real- give me a sec.”

- “I’ll be right here.” You laugh, rubbing his thigh gently

- You kiss and oh my god it is the sweetest and spiciest kiss ever

- Light schmut insues (WHIMPERING)

- He says he loved you during this, then sputters and says you don’t have to say it back or anything- sorry I’m just rambling

- “It’s ok- give me a minute. You’ve known how great I am for a long time, but I’m just learning how great you are now.”

- Panty snatcher

- Omg I can’t do this I’m writing this at work

[unhingedkinfessions]

"we have full rights to make fun of you or judge you for whatever it is you submit"

yeah this is the reason fictionkinfessions is the only good kinfession blog. that's just super mean spirited to add for no good reason. like you're the mods, it's your job to curate a space for posts to be judged, commented on and talked about, not to decide which kinfessions you want to bully? if you MUST make fun of or judge something why not respond from your personal blog or send an anon replying to it instead of literally adding it onto the post itself? like yeesh why would anyone want to risk posting anything ACTUALLY unhinged in this environment?

it's your blog, do what you want forever, but like to me, a random tumblr user? ew.

>goes on the "we might be mean to you" blog

>gets upset we might be mean

if you dont like us then just block and move on dude lol. that's the whole gimmick of this blog. other kinblogs might not accept certain sources or kinfessions relating to certain subjects but the point is that we do but if you're genuinely a fucking weirdo we call it out. literally a guy the other day earnestly saying they kin a real life alleged n/zi drug addict with several criminal charges and was like "but he's awesome so maybe it's fine" like sorry that's deranged. not even feeling guilty about it. anons are on so you're not "risking" anything. you can't go into the peanut store and get mad they're selling peanuts because someone might be allergic. be for real lol. —mod bender

it’s not like people coming to this blog don’t know that’s what’s gonna happen to them if they send a kinfession, unless they didn’t read any of the rules/about/etc etc in which case that’s on them anyway? we state pretty clearly that if you send in kinfessions you’re acknowledging that we may make fun of you if you said something fucked up. this is like going to dick’s restaurant and getting mad when they’re dicks to you. like thats what we do here sir —mod pikmin

anon do you have something you wanna confess. are you just scared. you dont have to make up all this stuff if youre just scared were gonna be mean. you can tell me anything anon i could be your best friend i could be the best thing thats ever happened to you maybe we wont be mean come closer —mod joker

yeah its opt in man. we arent going onto random posts and judging strangers. this is like a confession booth where the priest is like "yeah it IS fucked up you did that though. like for real". our intentions are clear. and we really arent mean like a good 72% of the time anyways, theres plenty of positivity -dave dave

WHAT RISK WHAT RISK ANONS ARE ON FOR A REASON LITERALLY WHAT RISK‼️ the whole POINT is that we’re the ones responding and not random tumblr user #45 . literally this started on the idea of how funny it’d be to have a kinfession blog that actually Responds directly bc the other ones are booooooring. if you like those better you have agency you are a person you can make your own choices. lots of kin blogs are extremely limited in what they allow which leaves more “problematic” kintypes with little places to go, the disclaimer is there to say that although we may let you speak, we don’t inherently agree w you. like we make these terms so so clear this ask is so fucking funny lol - mod navi

ruling:

woah among us sex thats so cool...

[chiquititaosita]

Hola! Amo tu blog. Leí tus historia de Zoro y Sanji y queria saber si podría pedir una de headcanons con Zoro y Sanji en una posada típica Mexicana? (Perdón por no escribir en inglés. No lo escribo pero lo leo.)

𝐌𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

bear note: si! muchas gracias amor! besitos for you!! 💋💋💋💋💋this was amazingly fun to write! Y’all let me know how I did on the smut!! I had to do it because AHHHH!!! I thought it’d be interesting 💋💋💋💋💋

Post type: Headcanon

Pairing: zoro x reader, sanji x reader

summary: these two bastards and their s/os go to a Mexican inn.

contents: established relationships , nsfw at the end of both characters thingies, food play (zoro and sanji )

Zoro

⇾ Hold onto your Chi chi’s I mean literally

⇾ “why are we even here..” he’ll grumble to himself, on y’all’s way walking there

⇾ “how adorable..” he’ll chuckle lightly with a smile watching you be all giddy in a Hacienda

⇾ he’s gonna be a leash boyfriend now when y’all are on this island like in public though mostly because he’s going to get lost if he wanders off ESPECIALLY IN THE DANGEROUS OUTSKIRTS it exists because I say so

⇾ when y’all make it to the hacienda/inn seeing all of the walls decorated into tile and supple colonial architecture. It made you feel like you were at home once again. Giving novela vibes for sure you were so excited and happy about it

⇾ immediately looks for something to drink, and will dump his face into the big ass water fountain that’s usually in the center.

⇾ tbh he seems like the guy to be easily intimidated by certain types of architecture

⇾ will easily get scammed to pay for more money so you have to translate and defend your Marino

⇾ because he doesn’t speak Spanish and if he does, by the way he says something that’s foreign

⇾ ”QUISTE AL LE VERGA WEY!!!” That’s one of the things he’ll say.

⇾ you both will take tons of pictures of anything that looks like a napping spot.

⇾ exploring is a must when you’re staying una gloriosa Hacienda venue. With all you see is grass, flowers, live stock, beautiful scenery, and a amazing lake.

⇾”OI WAIT FOR ME!! babe! BABE!! y/n!! Y/N!!!! SLOW DOWN!!” he’ll chase after you when y’all are in the field after you tell him something stupid.

⇾ “you look so beautiful as always.” He’ll coo into your ear and just tell you beautiful things into you your ear and wrap his arm around your shoulder as y’all watch the sun begin to set.

⇾ once he’s finally comfortable to the new surroundings he becomes completely relaxed and/or affectionate towards you.

⇾ will proceed to carry you everywhere around the villa to explore

⇾ “oh my goodness mírame amor los mariposas amor!”

⇾ sees a butterfly land on you and will boop your nose

⇾ “está bonita mariposa.” He’ll chuckle and kiss the top of your head. THE WAY YOULL BLUSH,

⇾”just like you baby.” His one eye will stare into your beautiful sparkling (colored) eyes. As you bat your eyelashes, looking away from him sheepishly

⇾”awe gracias zoritito!!” you’ll kiss him and he’ll deny that he liked that special nickname you made for him, than come into conclusion

⇾”hablaste español ahora zoritito ?! aye que lindo!! chiquito mi amorcito!!!” your eyes are in stars and again he’s baffled with you praising him

⇾ “I love you y/n.” He’ll just say it looking into your eyes this would be the very first time he says it to you during y’all’s relationship.

⇾”AWE YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!!- WAIT!! WHAT!!” you’re blushing in shock! And dance in victory as the goofy ass you are

⇾”S-Shut up. It was just momentarily..” He’ll look away accepting your attack of kisses leaning down so you could kiss him even more.

⇾”I love you too!! Zoritito!!” You kiss him more

⇾ once you finish exploring you’ll have him place you down and take a break.

⇾ “ah finally a napping place.” He’ll plop himself onto a wall, while you explore the kitchen

⇾ not even five minutes you’ll be finding yourself cooking some onigiri with carne asada filling in the cocina while your moss head boyfriend is napping near you

⇾ once he smells the food, he gets walking up behind you to give you back hugs.

⇾ “are you making onigiri?.” He’ll mumble into the crook of your neck

⇾ “mhm! Just for you, we’ve been on our feet all day, since we got here.” You gesture him to eat, he goes down to town indeed

⇾ when you made elotes, and Dulce enchilados, or sweet and sour candy, he hesitates at first but once he starts getting used to the taste HES OBBSESSED!!!

⇾ I mean literally he eats the chamoy off of your titties

⇾”imma gonna lick the chamoy off of these chichis.”

⇾ once he places the chamoy bottle all over your plushy mounds, he deviously licks the curves of your breast. Literally doing what he says

⇾”hmmm…mmm amor!! Y-You said….you’d be gentle!..nghhh”

⇾ Already making you cum more than once, when he just finished spreading his seeds into you as his vision came white and blurry.

⇾”sorry, mamas..” he’ll breath heavily,coming back to consciousness, and lick you until you’re clean to you the usual skin tone color you were once again before. Licking the last of the chamoy off of his lips

⇾”I just got hungry for dinner. Now I need dessert.”

⇾ y’all can say y’all had a very adventurous weekend

Sanji

⇾” Y/N CHWANNN!!! THIS VILLA COMPLIMENTS YOUR BEAUTY LIKE THE GOLDEN SUN!!” He’s in awe of you, and the venue y’all chose to stay for the weekend.

⇾CARRIES YOU EVERYWHERE WHEN YALL ARE ALONE!

⇾immediately wants to explore the hacienda with you, HOLDS YOUR HANDS ALWAYS

⇾he just doesn’t want to lose you

⇾ “the kitchen!!! AHHHH THIS MUST BE HEAVEN!!!” The minute he sees you walk around in awe of curiosity he’s got googly eyes all over you.

⇾”hehe that’s not even the best part corazon, mira!” You’ll show him around the villa he sees the beauty by holding his hand guiding him to the fields and gardens around with people working.

⇾”wow.” His eyes are now stars, and it reminded him of what his mother would tell him what her happy place was involving the rest of her children.

⇾he’ll be crying due to the nostalgia and you seem to notice it, and hug him

⇾”Sanji que pasó? is everything okay?” you’ll look at him and watch him cry into happiness hugging you, squeezing you, and crying into your clothes as you’re comforting him.

⇾you’ll be humming one of those lullabies to calm him down, and of course that one Selena song dreaming of you ITS AN AMAZING SONG

⇾”im sorry, i just thought of my mother that’s all. She said something like this was her happy place…and I can’t believe… I found it with you .” He’ll kiss your temple and whisper how you’re his all blue, his happy place, his dulce to his leche, his other half.

⇾”you’re my happy place y/n you’ve always been I love you so so so so much y/n chan I am eternally grateful to have you as my love.” he’ll kiss your knuckles and just shower you with adoration and kisses

⇾ the minute y’all are star gazing into the moon light. He just stares at you

⇾”have I ever told you that I’m so lucky to have you angel baby?” he’ll look into your colored eyes as y’all are. Your cheeks will flush into a crimson red

⇾”s-sanjito… you’re so sweet amor” you’ll pull him into a kiss, he kisses you gracefully, holding your hands.

⇾”I’m serious meroline, you’re the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with forever.” As he puts out the butt of the cigarette he’ll take your hand to get out, when it was getting starting to get chilly. Putting his jacket on you as he grabs your hand hearing mariachis play in the background

⇾”May I have this dance my dear Y/n?”

⇾ he’s just like ahhhhhh all shaky and shit with his breath.

⇾ slow dancing into the moonlight!! YALL LITERALLY FUCKING DO THAT!

⇾ “The moonlights beauty is nothing compared to yours mon amour.”

⇾ he’ll give you a bath and do your whole routine because he always says “Mi Reina a beautiful diosa (goddess) that I must serve must be treated with the most care.”

⇾ you were flustered and shook at the same time. “Y-you c-called me mi Reina y d-diosa..” you put your palms to hide your face, and squeal.

⇾ ‘KAWAIIII!!!’

⇾ you both cook together! He loves exploring new flavors with you!! especially loved the chamoy candies y’all bought.

⇾” Y/n Chwannn!!! Can you make more candies whe-“

⇾ when some spilled onto your titty he literally licked that shit up! He got fucking hard after that.

⇾”AHHHH! what was that for!!” You’ll just be busted out laughing and blushing. I would’ve came if he did that

⇾ his thoughts immediately go ‘THEY LOOK SO GOOD ON HER MUST. KEEP. COMPOSURE!!! ‘

⇾your tits look amazing in his mouth nah for real! THIS MAN CAN EAT! you almost thought he was luffy because of how much of your boob he had in his mouth one time. He did not disappoint.

⇾”I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself!!” He was blushing as you kissed him with chamoy flavored lips.

⇾ that was until you started grinding on him playfully, and he just started humping you leaving out a shaky breath just a tad one.

⇾”hmm… I’m kind of hungry…”

⇾”what do you want my sweetheart?”

⇾ “yo quiero tu pollo.” You’ll playfully moan into his ear.

⇾it’ll take him a few seconds to process, since he speaks French and Spanish sounds so similar. He puts two and two together

⇾’if anything with o means for a boy and anything with a at the end is a girl. Pollo means chicken… OH MY GOD SHE WANTS MY COCK!!’

⇾ let’s just say he even got to take a picture of your boobs seasoned with Tajín and Chamoy. And of course fuck your seasoned titties

⇾ “My my beautiful Y/n, you taste as wonderful as you look..” he’ll kiss you everywhere and just body-worship you again you being seasoned like the hot tamale you are.

⇾ he keeps that picture in his wallet, and in a secret drawer of sentimental things on the sunny.

⇾ “say darling, when we have kids would you want to consider living here and the sunny?” He’ll think about after fucking you senseless.

⇾”what a day we have had today.” Y’all are just cuddling into the bed, fresh and clean after that fiasco.

⇾”indeed and I can’t wait to to have many more with you my lovely y/n.”

⇾”te amo sanjito.”

⇾”I love you too my y/n.”

[whymustyouhurtmeinthisway]

Well that’s the 13th volume of Soul Eater and its Noah arc (ha) done, I thought it was pretty good. It’s a shame to see Giriko go out like that, he was super entertaining, but his death was a cool metaphor for how unending hatred crushes your soul (shoutouts to him for keeping it up for 800 years though, if only he hadn’t choked at the finish line). Kid and Black☆Star’s fight scene in the Cthulhu void was pretty damn good, and the fight against Noah was also fun (though I wish Kiriko got to contribute more, as always).

This isn’t really directly related to anything that happened in the volume, but I realized after reading it that it’s kinda insane how fast the power level and antagonists ramped up from volume 1 to volume 13. Remember when the story was about fighting witches? Like regular witches in that coven that seemed important? Obviously there are several individual witches still relevant in the story, but witchkind as a whole kinda dropped out of the story and been replaced by chaos (which they seem to have no inherent relation to).

Don’t get me wrong, I like Asura and the concept of chaos just fine, but I really wish the story took a bit of time near the start (maybe between the Remedial Lessons arc and the Experiment arc) to have the gang fight some lower level, more individual foes. That’d be a great way to

Ease the insane ramp-up in villain power level/importance a bit. As things are right now, the Masamune arc (where an individual swordsman threatens the safety of one singular town) and the Big Bash arc (where one of the most powerful witches on earth attempts to free the mad god of chaos from his eldritch bindings and use him to rend the world asunder) are SEVEN CHAPTERS APART. Shit goes by fast and I would’ve appreciated a few buffer villains (preferably other non-Medusa-related witches) to ramp up the power level more gradually as the series progresses. As things are now, that prerequisite of “99 human souls and 1 witch soul” to become a Death Scythe kinda seems like the easiest shit ever (especially with Mifune demonstrating that one human soul can be strong enough to be worth 99 average human souls so time investment isn’t an issue, and Angela and Kim demonstrating that witch souls are inherently different from birth and have nothing to do with alignment or power level, meaning a meister could kill a literal newborn witch and that’d count towards becoming a Death Scythe)

Establish the characters a bit more. Soul Eater’s characters are obviously very distinct and memorable, but when I was reading the first couple volumes I had trouble telling a few of them apart, it’d be nice to get a few more defining character interactions and dynamic, especially earlier in the series. In addition, this would be a great time to better introduce the B Team (Kiriko, Pot Siblings, Ox, Harvar, Kim, and Jackie), because they were kinda just thrown into the fray as “main characters but not really” midway through Brew, and as much as I love them they could definitely stand to get a bit more characterization and story. Like where are each of them from? Why’d they enroll in DWMA? How’d the weapons and meisters meet? Who gets along and who doesn’t? What are their individual goals and aspirations beyond graduating and beating the bad guys? What’s that stuff about Fire and Thunder being shamans? Is it similar to witch magic, thus giving them a potentially interesting dynamic with Kim as she sees the difference in societal acceptance between shamans and witches despite their similarities? Jackie doesn’t seem to be a witch herself, and she probably wouldn’t have known Kim pre-DWMA if she’s not, so how’d she react to learning that Kim is one? (that’s probably answered in Soul Eater Not now that I think of it) Does Harvar have even a single personality trait beyond being Ox’s nerd buddy who’s slightly more cynical than he is? These characters deserve better introductions than what they got (and answers for at least some of these questions)

Some other third thing

I did not realize how long this rant is. Oh well. Fun volume, can’t wait for the next.

[catladyoftheyr]

Wish U Were Sober

Edward x Bella

Summary: Jessica drags Bella to a college party in Port Angeles and Bella gets a little too drunk and runs into Edward (literally). He drives her home and buys her dinner.

A/N: lightly inspired by the Conan Gray song. Warning for: Alcohol, catcalling (kind of?), and vomiting. Light fluff. This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written please be gentle with me lmao

Word count: 4,129

I pulled up to Jessica’s house at 7:30, the sun just starting to dip below the horizon. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt trying to will myself to leave the truck. Jessica had insisted I go with her and Angela to some college party in Port Angeles. I only said yes because she’d been so insistent, promising me that “it’ll be fun, Bella I swear”.

I knocked on the door and Jessica appeared in front of me, looking me over with mild dissatisfaction on her face. “Hmmmm,” she murmured, “I thought you’d wear something different. It’s, like, totally fine though you can just borrow something from me”. I was being dragged into the house before I could protest.

Angela was sitting cross legged on the floor in Jessica’s bedroom flipping through a folder of CDs. “Hi Bella”, she said, glancing up briefly before returning to the folder. Jessica immediately began rummaging through her closet to find something she deemed acceptable for me to wear. After a few minutes she emerged holding a deep blue satin camisole and a small shrug cardigan. She tossed the clothes to me and demanded I go change.

Once I was alone in the bathroom I felt suddenly insecure. I’d changed into the clothes that Jessica gave me, but looking in the mirror I felt embarrassed. The top had a deep v neck that was meant to show off a chest larger than mine. I felt like I was a little kid again, playing dress up in my moms closet. The camisole was almost backless, and the shrug was practically transparent. I sighed and realized there was no way I could wear a bra with Jessica’s outfit of choice and reached behind my back to unclip mine.

Back in the bedroom both Angela and Jess were applying the finishing touches to their hair and makeup. Jessica was putting on mascara, applying another unnecessary coat that made her lashes look spidery. Capping the mascara, she turned to look at me and still seemed unsatisfied. “Come here”, she said, pursing her lips.

“Don’t you have anything else I can borrow, Jess?” I asked. “I feel so exposed,” I added, a sudden chill running through me.

“You look cute, Bella,” Angela said from her spot by the mirror.

“Angela’s right. You just need a little… pizzazz” Jessica mumbled, her brow creasing. “Let me do your makeup!”

“I dunno, Jess. I don’t usually like wearing that stuff” I replied.

“Come on, Bella, it's a party. I promise I won’t go too heavy.” Jessica pleaded. I had a feeling that it’d be easier to just give in than fight her on this so I just sighed and said “ok fine you win”. I sat down on the edge of the bed while Jessica gathered supplies.

Angela’s phone buzzed with a text message. “The boys are here. I’m gonna go let them in.” Jessica was focused on me now, barely registering what Angela had said. I felt powder being brushed over my eyelids and cheekbones. Jessica was sharpening an eyeliner pencil when Angela reentered the room with Mike and Eric joining her.

The boys greeted Jessica and I and sat on the floor next to the bed. Eric rummaged through his bag and I looked over at Mike, noticing the bottle in his hands. “You owe me 20 for the booze, Jess.” He said.

“ ‘Kay I’ll pay you later”

Jessica returned to working on my face, lining my eyes with the black pencil and smudging it with her fingers. Mike had uncapped the liquor and was passing it to Eric who was toying with an apple in his lap. “Your turn, Bella,” Mike grinned as he offered me the bottle. I hesitated for a moment, remembering Charlie’s warnings about the dangers of underage drinking. But Charlie wasn’t here. I grabbed the liquor and took a swig. It tasted awful, and it burned almost as bad. But the burning was soon replaced by a feeling of warmth spreading across my body. My face flushed and I handed the bottle to Jessica. She accepted and swallowed without hesitation, making a face as the liquor went down. She returned her attention to me and held up a small mirror for me to examine her makeover. My eyes were smokey and my lips were shiny and sticky with gloss, but I had to give credit to Jess because I actually looked cool. “Woah, I look-”

“Hot? I know,” interrupted Jessica. Angela nodded in agreement.

Eric let out a small laugh of satisfaction as he held up his apple, which now had two holes in it. Jessica looked over and rolled her eyes. “If you guys are gonna smoke in here you have to do it out the window; I don’t want the house to smell like skunk.” The guys obliged and opened the bedroom window. Eric glanced over at the rest of us, holding up the apple as an offering to join him. The alcohol had left me feeling more sociable than usual, so I decided to take the offer. Tonight could be a night of firsts. Eric handed me the apple and a lighter and I realized I had no idea how to use them. “Umm I’ve never.. done this before” I admitted shyly.

“Oh that’s okay!” Said Eric, “ just put your thumb here and your mouth here and uh inhale when I light it okay?”

I heard the click of the lighter and breathed in. Smoke filled my lungs and I had to cough badly but I’d heard somewhere that you were supposed to hold it before exhaling. I started to count in my head. I started coughing before I hit 10. My lungs burned and my eyes watered. Eric asked if I was okay and I nodded weakly. “I probably should have warned you”, he said.

Angela interrupted by jingling her car keys. “Are we ready to go yet?” She asked.

The crowded frat house felt spacious compared to being cramped in the backseat of Angela’s compact next to Jessica and Mike. I stayed nearby my friends as we navigated our way to the drink table. I grabbed a can of beer so I could keep my buzz going and to have something to do with my hands. I felt Jessica tug on my free hand and she pulled me through the crowd to the dance floor. “Jess, you know I can’t dance,” I protested.

“Relax, Bella. You don’t have to go crazy just like, sway, to the music or something. Don’t be a buzzkill.” I took another gulp of my beer and tried to take her advice. I bobbed my head and tried to move my body to the rhythm of the song but I couldn’t find a way that felt natural. Jessica took notice of my awkwardness and suggested another drink might help me relax. “Stay put and I’ll be right back okay?” I nodded and tried to give her a smile that implied I was having fun.

As Jessica left I glanced across the room and felt a chill run down my spine and my cheeks flushed. Edward Cullen was leaning against a wall, talking to a girl with short spiky hair. I only knew his name because we sat together in biology, and I was pretty sure he hated me. But I couldn’t help but stare. Even in the dark he was gorgeous. His golden eyes were focused on the girl, but I was still worried he could feel me gawking at him. My eyes trailed downward and focused on his chest. His shirt was tight and I could faintly make out his lean but muscular frame. I was just about to try and look away when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to see Jessica balancing red cups and tiny bottles of liquor. “Hey uh earth to Bella” she said, annoyance creeping into her voice.

“Sorry Jess, I got distracted” I replied.

“Obviously. What were you staring at anyway…” her voice trailed off as she diverted her attention to where I’d been staring.

“I can’t blame you for ogling Cullen but he���s not worth your time. He thinks he’s too good for any of the girls in town” Jessica said sharply. Her expression was cold and I silently wondered if she was bitter from a past rejection. “Anyways” she continued, a tense smile on her face. “I got us some shooters and more drinks.” She uncapped one of the small bottles and handed it to me with a plastic cup. “Take the shot on the count of 3 and chase with your other drink.

“1…2…3..”

I knocked back the shot and fought not to gag on the bitter taste. I took a desperate gulp from my cup to try and help but whatever concoction I’d been given was clearly 80% alcohol. Feeling the warmth spread I realized I hadn’t seen the rest of our group since we’d arrived. “Where’d everyone else go?” I asked Jessica in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Edward Cullen before I embarrassed myself any further.

“Angela and Eric went downstairs a little while ago. Mike is busy chatting with some blonde senior girl.” Jessica said through gritted teeth. She was gripping her empty bottle so hard I was worried it would shatter. I tried to think of a distraction but my head was cloudy from the combination of alcohol and marijuana. Luckily Jess decided she was done talking and pulled me closer to the music again, urging me to dance with her. I still felt awkward but I guess Jessica had given up on my sense of rhythm for now. I watched her move to the beat and slowly drift further into the crowd, seemingly forgetting about me as she started to grind on a stranger. I finished my drink and decided to find the makeshift bar toward the back of the house.

I approached the bar and saw several frat boys passing out cups. I reached for a can in the cooler and heard one of them whistle. My cheeks burned as I stood up. “What can I get for you tonight, beautiful?” One of them asked me, his eyes grazing my chest.

“Oh um can I just get another drink? One in a, a, a cup please” I stammered.

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks” he replied, passing me another plastic cup.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem. So what brings you here tonight? I haven’t seen your pretty face around town before.”

The conversation was casual but I could feel his eyes lingering on me. I wished Jessica was still here. She wouldn’t be afraid to tell them off or to storm away. “I’m really sorry, but I have to find my friends. They’ll be mad if I’m gone too long. I just wanted to grab more drinks for us.” I managed to choke out. I quickly turned around and paced away from him. I heard him call after me but I couldn’t make out what he said. I stumbled through the crowd, nursing my beer to try and calm my nerves. I wasn’t sure if I trusted the liquid in the solo cup.

I’d given up on finding Jessica again, let alone the rest of my friends. The house was huge and there were too many people. My head was spinning and I realized how drunk I actually was. My legs felt like spaghetti and I couldn’t think straight. I spotted a couch in the distance and started to walk toward it, but my foot caught on my shoelace and I went flying. I braced myself to hit the floor, but instead of the carpet I felt myself slam into someone’s torso, my drink spilling all over both of us. Cold hands reached for me to help me up and I felt tears of embarrassment start to well in my eyes as I clumsily regained my footing. “Oh my god I am sho sorrrry” I slurred, desperate to make amends with whoever I’d just knocked into. I finally looked up and saw a pair of familiar golden eyes boring into mine.

“Edward?” I choked out. Of course it was him. There were hundreds of people at this party and I must have have the worst luck for him to be the one I tripped into. His shirt probably cost like 200 dollars and I’d spilled beer and who knows what else all over it. He probably hated me even more now.

“Bella? Are you okay?” Edward looked genuinely concerned; As if I might break if he’s not careful.

“I’m fiiinee. Thankss for helping me up” my speech kept slurring despite my best efforts to be coherent. “I’m sorry about the spill”. I embarrassed myself enough when I was sober, let alone cross faded like tonight.

“You’re drunk” how observant of him. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious. “I wouldn’t have expected to see you here tonight.”

“Jessica wouldn’t take no for an answer”. I still had no idea where Jess was anyways. She was probably worried if she’d noticed I was missing.

“That does sound like her.” Edward looked at me from head to toe, as if he was trying to decide what to say next. “You look very…. Different tonight. Blue looks lovely on you.”

I felt my heart flutter and then remembered the outfit I’d borrowed from Jessica. I blushed deeper and crossed my arms over my chest. “Oh uh thanks. Jesica lent it to me.” He’d hardly spoken to me at school, let alone complimented me.

“Didn’t your father ever tell you the dangers of underage drinking? What would Chief Swan think of his daughter getting drunk at a college party in Port Angeles?” His tone was playful and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Charlie is at some police conference in Seattle this weekend. He won’t be back until late Sunday night. What about you? Isn’t your dad like a doctor? I’m sure he doesn’t approve of underage drinking either.” I tried to keep my banter playful like Edward but I was genuinely curious how he’d respond.

“My parents give us the freedom to make our own decisions as long as we’re careful; and I’m not drinking tonight. I came here to appease my sister Alice.”

I was contemplating my response when I heard someone shouting my name. “Bella! What the hell dude! You can’t just wander off like that, you had me seriously worried!” Jessica took a breath to continue chewing me out but stopped short when she realized who I was with. “Oh! Uh hi, Edward. I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Her face flushed when she looked at him.

“Bella and I have biology together. She tripped and I stopped to make sure she was okay. If it’s okay with you I’d like to steal her away from you for the night. I promise I’ll get her home safe.” Edward’s tone was cool and reassuring. He flashed his best smile at Jesica and she looked like she might faint.

“Oh um sure. That’s fine I guess. But Bella left her truck at my house. Angela drove us tonight.” Jessica hesitated, as if she couldn’t believe the words Edward was saying.

“That’s okay, Jessica. I can arrange for one of my siblings to pick it up if you give me your address.” He turned to look at me. “Do you have your car keys, Bella?”

I fished around in my pockets until I felt my keys. “Uh yeah they’re in my pocket. Here.” I grabbed them out and dropped them in his open palm. Edward turned to Jessica again and waited for her response.

“Well uh bye, Bella. I’ll see you at school Monday? I’ll tell Angela and everyone else what the plan is.” Jessica still didn’t seem convinced but didn’t protest either. And I couldn’t deny that I wanted to spend more time with Edward.

“Yeah I’ll see you Monday, Jess. ‘Night.” I tried my best to seem convincing. Jessica wandered off to find the rest of our group and I turned my back to Edward, who was staring at me again. My heart skipped a beat. I wondered what he was thinking. He was so stoic all of the time. I still hoped he wasn’t secretly mad at me for spilling on him. My stomach interrupted my train of thought with an embarrassingly loud sound. I’d forgotten to eat anything before I left the house.

“Are you hungry, Bella?” Edward asked, seemingly genuinely concerned. “You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. Let me buy you dinner.” There was no way I could let him buy me anything. I’d already spilled beer on his expensive clothes and was waiting for the right opportunity to pay for his dry cleaning. I wasn't about to be even more in debt to him. As if he’d read my mind he cleared his throat and said “I insist on feeding you tonight, Miss Swan.”

“What about your sister?” I remembered he’d mentioned coming here because of her.

“Alice will be okay. I’ll have Emmet drive her home and they can pick up your truck on the way back.” He pulled out a BlackBerry from his pocket and typed quickly before sliding it back in. “Can I walk you to my car? Its getting late.” Edward offered me his hand and I took it, shivering from his cool touch. His skin was smooth and hard. It almost felt like holding hands with a statue.

He led me through the crowd and down the street until we stopped at a silver Volvo. It was by far the nicest car I’d ever seen, especially in comparison to my ‘63 Chevy that was faded and rusted. Edward opened the passenger door for me and shut it gently once I was inside. The clock on the dashboard read after midnight. I had no idea where he could possibly be taking me at this time of night.

We pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour diner and by the time I’d finished unbuckling my seatbelt and reached for the door handle Edward had already opened it for me. I had no idea how he’d gotten there so fast, but my mind was still foggy from drinking. He held the door of the restaurant open for me and we slid into a booth in the back corner.

I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until a cheeseburger and fries appeared in front of me. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?” I asked, noticing the empty space in front of Edward.

“I’m not hungry,” he replied, pushing my plate toward me gently. I bit into a fry and savored the saltiness. “The carbs will help soak up the alcohol in your system.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked, finally giving into the urge I’d been resisting all night. “ I thought you hated me or something. You barely acknowledge me in biology and I never see you talk to anyone besides your brothers and sisters.”

“I’ve never hated you, Bella,” he sighed. “ I just thought it might be best if we weren’t close.”

“Well what changed?” I asked, taking a bite of my burger.

“I’m tired of forcing myself to avoid you. I want to know you. You fascinate me, Bella.” His eyes glinted as he spoke. I’d never looked at him this intently before. His eyes were like liquid honey, and his hair looked especially coppery in the diner’s lighting.

“What’s so fascinating about me? I’m not special or extraordinary, Edward.” I averted my eyes and tried to hide my face in my hair. What could he see in me? I wasn’t ugly or completely uninteresting, but I was hardly worthy of the attention from the likes of Edward Cullen.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Bella. I don’t know how to explain it but you’re marvelous.” His voice seemed so sincere.

I blushed and picked at the fries on my plate. I had only eaten about half of my meal, but my stomach was starting to protest. “I think I’m finished.”

We were back on the road and Edward switched on the radio. I’d just finished giving him directions to my house and wanted to rest my eyes until we got home. Suddenly it felt like my stomach was doing acrobatics and I was sure I was turning green. “Uh, I think we should pull over, Edward. I think I’m gonna be sick” as soon as the sentence had left my mouth I started vomiting all over his passenger seat. The Volvo screeched to a stop on the side of the highway and I practically fell out of the car, trying to avoid making things worse than I already had. I kneeled on the pavement and retched until my stomach was completely empty.

I realized Edward was standing nearby, trying to figure out how to deal with this. I was absolutely humiliated. He called me marvelous and I’d blown chunks in the front seat of his car. Edward did his best to clean up the mess with the napkins we’d taken from the diner and let me curl up in his backseat.

It felt like ages before he pulled into the driveway of Charlie’s house. Edward opened the backseat and before I could say anything he’d scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the doorway. He handed me my keys and I unlocked the door. “Thanks for driving me home, Edward. I’m really sorry I threw up in your car.” My cheeks burned red. I was sure I’d ruined any chance of even friendship with him after tonight’s events.

“It was my pleasure, Bella. And don’t worry about the car.” He was so kind to me even after everything that happened. I felt a tug of sadness in the pit of my stomach at the thought of him leaving. I usually didn’t mind being alone, in fact I usually preferred it. But something about him made me feel differently. I didn’t want him to leave me tonight.

“Umm, you can come in and get a towel or something for you car if you want” I felt sheepish and knew I was grasping at straws to extend our time together. He could probably see right through my attempts.

“Sure, Bella. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll finish cleaning the car. I promise I won’t leave until you finish.”

I couldn’t believe my stupid idea had worked. I gave Edward a towel and turned on the shower. The hot water felt incredible after such a long night. I leaned back and let the water run down my body. I washed my hair and scrubbed myself. I hadn't realized how sticky I was until now.

I dried off and changed into pajamas. After I brushed my teeth and towel dried my hair I remembered Edward was still waiting downstairs. His shirt probably still smelled like alcohol and cheeseburger vomit because of me. I went down the hall into Charlie’s room and pulled an old t-shirt from his dresser. I hoped he wouldn’t notice it was missing. I hated lying to him and there was no truthful explanation I could give Charlie to explain. I headed downstairs to give Edward the spare shirt and offer to wash the one I’d sullied.

He was sitting patiently on the couch when I returned. “You can borrow one of Charlie’s shirts if you want. I can wash yours and bring it back Monday?”

“That’s very kind of you, Bella,” he replied, taking the shirt from my hands. He lifted the dirty one above his head and I understood how Jessica felt earlier tonight. His stomach was toned, with a small trail of hair that disappeared below his jeans. I was mesmerized as he pulled Charlie’s old t-shirt over his head and grinned. “How do I look?”

“It s-suits you” I stammered, blushing for what felt like the hundredth time. “Will you stay?” I blurted out. I covered my mouth after I said it, immediately regretting my words.

To my surprise Edward extended his hand toward me again. “Lead the way,” he replied, flashing me his dazzling smile. I took his hand in mine and lead us up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. He sat gingerly on my bed and I took the spot beside him.

“Thank you for staying” I managed to whisper in the dark. I laid down on the pillow and felt him wrap his arms around me.

“Of course” he murmured in my ear”. I felt him stroke my hair and my eyes grew heavy and I drifted off in his arms.

[batgirlspain]

Who is the most unusual (magical, unique super-powers) hero you've worked alongside? For example, Zatanna, Huntress, Harley in one of her good moods, Raven, Me Johnny C? If so, what were the circumstances?

I once put down Ventriloquist by making him hear a mass of voices in his head. Fun times for him.

First of all, thank you very much for the question, John Constantine.

I'll start with Raven because I've never worked alongside her and I'm curious to know what it’d be like.

I'll continue with Harley. I'm not sure if it’d be appropriate to include her on this list. If anything, because she's unusual, but she's not magical, nor is she a hero, nor does she have any superpowers. Unless you consider her a hero for having to put up with a maniac like Joker. Or unless you consider her ability to drive you crazy with those endless conversations in that annoyingly high-pitched voice of hers to be a superpower. One that can only be fought with other superpowers like a punch in her face or duct tape on her mouth. She once asked me if I could help her find someone. A coworker from her old days as a psychologist at Arkham who’d gone missing. I don't think I've ever wanted to find someone so much to literally save myself headaches.

Next up is Huntress. How to define what it's like to work alongside her... I’d say it’s complicated to say the least. She follows her own rules and won’t accept orders or advice from anyone if they don’t fit her thoughts. Not even from Batman. Her methods of persuasion, so to speak, are too violent. I know words are sometimes not enough when you’re fighting crime, but torture shouldn’t be an option or you’ll end up becoming another criminal. It’s behavior like hers that gives us vigilantes a bad name in the eyes of citizens, but she has no limits when it comes to getting what she wants. It's not that we've worked together in the beginning on any case because she likes to work alone, but for example I remember when I was investigating a criminal organization run by former military personnel from Eastern Europe. I kept finding big guys literally beaten to death and I knew it was her.

As for Zatanna, since she doesn't live in Gotham, we haven't seen each other much. I once tracked her down through Batman because I thought it’d be a good idea to have her help me on a missing persons case that had the common pattern of having attended a magic show here in Gotham. I found her to be a woman with amazing skills and it was easy to work with her. She was kind and understanding in dealing with me throughout the case, which I really appreciate.

Finally, since you mentioned yourself, you know very well I’m very grateful to you for your intervention in that occultist cult case, John Constantine. If you hadn’t showed up in time, I don’t know if I’d have been able to get out of the mess I got myself into with that cult and with Madame Zodiac who was behind it all.

[iiikaruz]

It’d be like- totally cool and awesome if you could share more ivan headcanons if you have any :]

i hope ur ready for the most random, unorganized hcs on the planet bc WHOO BOY DO I HAVE SOME STUFF TO SAY ABOUT THIS CRINGEFAIL INCEL!!

- tried learning how to do jumpstyle and is actually pretty decent at it, despite his skinny-ass toopthpick legs. also he literally can’t dance in any other way. like, he sucks at anything besides that.

- however, learning that forever ruined his music taste, since he now listens to breakcore and slavic dnb: just the most ear-rupturing, bass boosted music with anime samples

- he was definitely a Creepypasta & Invader Zim kid when he was younger. no questions asked. also he probably had unrestricted internet access as a child and fell upon gore & shock vids.

- furthermore on middle school ivan, he probably wore eyeliner and covered one of his eyes with his bang. he also never grew out of covering his eye with his bangs (i hate/adore his gay-ass bangs so much. maybe they’re the reason why he gets no bitches lmao)

- was raised learning russian by his foster parents and only started learning english when he was 6. (side note: i fucking love his accent it has me thrashing around on the floor)

- his hands are always sweaty but always cold at the same time?? bro is a physical anomaly and gets the worst of both worlds.

- absolutely sucks at eye contact, but not in the usual way. he ends up accidentally staring at people for way too long when they talk to him/when he’s talking. like, straight-up not blinking for a good minute.

- inherited schizophrenia from his clone father. he mostly just deals with paranoia and bouts of depression.

- is unbelievably touch-starved. to the point that if someone even touches his shoulder for more than a second, his brain just explodes and he immediately just crumples up like a piece of paper.

- swears a LOT in russian and in english (get you a man who can do both lol). his favorite insult is just “kill yourself” and other variations. it always works, definitely/s

- he thinks that any advance towards him is either someone making fun of him or that it’s just him reading into it too much it. he physically cant accept the idea of someone being into him.

- is chronically addicted to Monster Energy.

- greasiest hair ever. i just KNOW he probably washes his hair once a week.

- his favorite anime is Serial Experiment Lain (he’s absolutely a lain kinnie and you can pry this hc from my cold dead hands)

- has an incredibly shitty sleep schedule. like, 4 hours AT BEST. this is made from the combination of him having mild insomnia and him being online all the time.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts

FSN

Luvia Edelfelt/Emiya Shiro For some reason Luvia is one of the only women in fate Shiro isn't shipped with. I will fix this by force if necessary, but would rather just do this. threesomes are acceptable.

FGO

Penthesilea "I will literally murder you if you call me pretty" x Medb "I am horny for everyone that is heroic" I think they'd make a weird but cute couple

anyone done sakamoto ryouma / possessed ryouma? the idea haunts me. evil ryouma's hot. sfw or as nsfw as you like, i'm not picky, but it's nsfw in my heart.

smut, Caenis pounds Altera into the bed

Oryou and Ryoma are called Fujimaru parents while out. Oryou takes the rolled very seriously whiles Ryoma just laugh it off. But when Fujimaru asked them to be his parents both agree to do so right of the bat.

Izcalli and Tlaloc having straight yuri energy, maybe reminiscing their time back when he was king and the garden he loved. I just want more melancholic and nostalgic servant interactions. This can be romantic or not it is up to you.

I want Jinako to let slip one day the her parents died when she was young (we can assume it’s understood that she means “her” parents and not Ganesha’s parents) and Salieri hears this and just goes “Alright, guess I’m your new father now.” And she think he’s joking but he absolutely is not, she is his daughter now and that is final. Salieri was a father when he was alive, and he wrote about how much he loved his kids, so I just think it could be nice for Jinako to have a loving and supportive father figure. Also they both really like sweet things, and it’d be nice to see them bonding over it, especially since Salieri probably wouldn’t be judgey about Jinako having sweets. He can platonically co-parent with Parvati, Durga, and Kali

smut, Izo is allowed into Ryouma and Oryou’s relationship, as their cuck. And watches them have sex.

smut, After Takasugi is followed following the events of Guda6, he makes good on his dying wish to hook up with Okuni. She graciously accepts and the two fuck nasty. The flirtier and more intense things get before the bedroom the better. That's all.

Just finished lb4, can I get some Ganesha being unable to return to her shut-in lifestyle bc of the thousands of years she spent alone, and (character of your choice) helps make sure she knows she's not alone anymore?

"Wait, what do you [servant couple of writers choice] aren't married?" Cue all of chaldea arranging a wacky but personal wedding ceremony

smut, Castoria is Excalibur, right? Ergo, I want to see someone polish her (because she's literally a sword) (gone wrong) (gone sexual) (gone right)

Martha tells the Christians of Chaldea, along with anyone willing to listen, what sort of wacky shenanigans Jesus got up to. Apparently, one such thing was Jesus being so good at being a carpenter that anything he worked on could be considered an angel of heaven because of how well done the job was and not because he was the Son of God.

Izou gets some tender love and care and appreciation

smut, man idk i just want izo and oryou to spoil ryouma and give him a wildly fun and hot and tender night that leaves his face hurting from smiling, his ass hurting from taking them both, and everywhere else hurting from bites. man works so damn hard Please he needs a break and a nice fuck. also oryou and izo bonding over their love for this man is always 👌

smut, Any one/robin hood, but mlm is preferred! Robin with a praise and humiliation kink being showered with love and praise. I'd love to see his low self image and self defeating attitude be bludgeoned with love. ☺️❤️

Guda and Castoria kiss for the first time. It would be a great, intimate moment... except they quickly discover that Castoria has a barbed tongue like a cat. It doesn't have to be a dealbreaker, but I do want the fic to have an emphasis on how different (and slightly painful) that tongue feels compared to a normal one.

smut, All the artoria variants (except for lily ofc) have an orgy, bc that girl deserves some self love

CROSSOVER

Izo talks about stabbing a british guy who had a blue policebox with him and being scared off when he started shooting fire out of his arms and head as everyone listens on in horror as they realize that not only did he nearly permanently kill The Doctor from Doctor Who, but also that apparently The Doctor is a real person and was nearly killed by Izo of all people.

ANY

A perhaps annoying patron asks one half of a romantic couple (doesn't matter which canon or even if its canon) for a good time. What leaves after can no longer be identified

The backlog of unfilled prompts, framed like pets in an adoption center.

[bayofwolves]

some general erdas headcanons

to get me warmed up for my reread! i’m sick so what else can i do.

there are tens of millions of people in all of erdas -- and that’s it. most are concentrated into cities like shar liwao and concorba. jano rion is home to the largest concentration of people in the world.

“continent” is the only accepted term for the four major land masses; “country” is not a word there. ie: you would say “the continent of eura”, not “the country of eura”. eura, nilo, zhong and amaya are also called the great lands or the four great lands. parallels to the four fallen, everybody.

following the second devourer war, stetriol was regarded as a continent. the phrase “the four great lands” is still in use, tho, maybe because of stigma or simply because stetriol is so small.

southern amaya is really desolate; almost no people live there.

zhong has the MOST people!

stetriol is home to a chilling array of giant insects and arachnids, including 20-foot-long venomous centipedes and deadly spiders growing to 10 feet tall. drina’s spirit animal, iskos, is one of these. such creatures are not found anywhere else on the planet.

racism is really not as much of a problem as it is here, there’s no colonization or slavery or anything in erdas’s history, but prejudice can arise due to the fact that people of different continents simply don’t often interact (and can be stingy when they do come into contact). people mainly keep to their own lands. euran settlers don’t exist, and immigrants are... not uncommon, but not extremely common either. as such: people of nilo are almost all black, people of zhong are almost all the equivalent of asian, people of amaya are almost all the equivalent of native/indigenous peoples in the americas, and people of eura and stetriol are almost all white. i feel like this is an overarching theme in the books, that erdas was sorta divided before the four fallen summoners, all from different backgrounds, came together and united it. like they are literally a symbol of global unity.

but anyway. i wanted to say “racism doesn’t exist!” cuz yay that’d be great right? but then i remembered that line in broken ground when abeke meets james; “[his] eyes dart[ed] over her cloak and face and skin”. there’s clearly a divide. this is further exemplified by the fact that mixed people aren’t common and are regarded with surprise and fascination when encountered.

onto the cool stuff.

erdas is a round planet like earth, but much smaller. it has two moons.

in more ancient times, moon worship was common. then the great beasts came and yada yada. people switched to worshipping them. but some cultures around the world still hold the moons sacred -- one prominent example is nilo, where moon worship originated. people in nilo believe that the moons are goddesses, and pray to them for blessings. the moons have names, but i’ll figure those out later. each continent has different names for them (ie, nilo gave them niloan names, zhong gave them zhongese names). interestingly, the sun has a name too! the sun’s name is globally accepted, because it’s not as sacred as the moons and so people cared less about what to call it.

the sky is usually a bluish-purple, but can shift to any shade of either colour. it really depends on the time of day and the activity of the sun & moons.

astrologers have identified fifteen main constellations, likening them to the great beasts. the wolf, falcon, polar bear, ram, boar, eagle and elk can be seen in the northern sky, while the leopard, panda, lion, ape, elephant, octopus, serpent and swan can be seen in the south. i think it’d be fun if people chose different star shapes for the ape and the serpent after the first devourer war, choosing to draw them as upside-down shapes instead.

fun fact! penguins don’t exist on erdas, as there is no antarctic. 

on the flip side, there are many animal species on erdas that don’t exist on earth, water dragons among them. in ancient times, dragons walked erdas -- their bones have been discovered and some entire skeletons have been reconstructed. some had wings, some did not. some had scales, some had feathers, some had skin or fur. there was a great variety. they were beautiful and fearsome -- a shattered skull was discovered, so massive that people estimated its full size would have been larger than tellun. JUST THE SKULL! (if you couldn’t figure it out, dragons are to them what dinosaurs are to us. dinos themselves have never existed on erdas.)

speaking of tellun, i’d love to talk about the size of the great beasts because it’s my favourite thing in the world. the great beasts are, in a word, huge. their heads would be comparable to the skull of balerion the dread. no more “he was as large as a carriage” shit. they. are. behemoths.

people in erdas do have terms like year and month, but their months and days are not named. when they need to be specific, erdasi people will say “the first month of summer” or “the last month of autumn” and so on. in the prologue of the burning tide, kovo uses the word “moontides” to describe what i assume is months, so that’s cool. i think people started off using moontide, then switched to month. still, some people prefer to say moontide (abeke, anda and niri are some i can think of who would do this).

speaking of kovo, he named the evertree. his description of it as “ever standing” stuck out to me. he definitely named that thing.

the wyrm hitting the evertree triggered a mass extinction, responsible for wiping out the last of the dragons. though the giants and the winged were already gone, smaller, flightless dragons were still around at the time, on land and in water. the wyrm’s impact obliterated the land dragons. the water dragons’ numbers were severely depleted, but some survived. these got progressively smaller as they mated with sea snakes and crocodiles (because that can happen!). eventually, the water dragons were gone, but their large lizard-like descendants remained. and that’s where modern water dragons like seaspray come from.

erdas is on a permanent tilt. with the south closer to the sun and the north farther away, it’s pretty much always dead of summer in nilo and stetriol. eura is stuck in a permanent spring, in arctica it’s always winter, and in amaya it varies because the landmass is so big.

empress song’s death brought about the end of imperial zhong. the continent instated a republic and would never again see an emperor or empress. they were the first great land in erdas to have a leader chosen by the people! (meilin probably carried this entire process on her back. i’m sure they wanted to elect her as their new leader, but she declined.)

at the time of the first book, it had been five hundred years since feliandor and the first devourer war.

conor is descended from katalin, abeke from tembo and meilin from yu. this makes meilin a distant descendant of tang as well! (none of them know this, except maybe meilin. she grew up hearing a lot about jhi’s distant connection to her family but didn’t give two fucks until she summoned her. meilin was heavily inspired by tales of yin. maybe one day she even retrieves the sword of tang and wields it as her own weapon, who knows!) (i think that’d be badass)

shane is also descended from feliandor, but indirectly. his family stems from one of fel’s cousins, who took the throne after him.

shane and abeke’s relationship just got a little more complicated considering their ancestors were the first leaders of the conquerors and greencloaks, respectively. and tembo literally put a spear through fel.

the reborn great beasts are still growing and will one day return to their former size! they are growing with their human partners and are set to stop when they do (at around age 25). at some point they will regain the ability to speak. by the end of the transformation, they will be great beasts once again!

yeah maybe i’ll add more when i think of more. i had so many headcanons back in the day, but it’s been like six years since i touched the books.