#ll number nine

[fei09]

pov five getting jumped

bro

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

tbh i think one of the biggest things they could have done to make five and nine hate each other without bullying or bigotry involved would have been to lean into the thing where some adhdtistics naturally vibe, whereas others have an incompatible combination of nd traits that make them viscerally unable stand each other, and go from there

[aroace-number-eight]

This is canon Nine I'm sure

[metranart]

“I know it sounds weird” Hawks chuckled breathlessly, “—but it's something instinctual....” You frowned at his lame explanation. You were a little sick of that excuse. “Right now, I am very overprotective of you, baby bird.”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 8)

- Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut. -

Finally, finally! Hawks was back, peering at you, unrestingly worrying about the whereabouts of his feathers. 

There could only be two options, one: there was a nest, an actual bird nest built out of his feathers somewhere in the house waiting for you to inhabit it along with him, and two: his feathers were scattered in every inch of the house, acting as motion detectors to keep you safe from any possible threat.

Either option was a nightmare to Hawks, the hero, and a blessing to Keigo, the mate.

Gaze less foggy, Hawks could see the damage he’d done. You were covered in bites, scratches, bruises. The mark of his fingertips was printed all over your young and delicate skin like a brand of his felony. 

Dammit! DAMMIT! he grimaced.  

He should have stop sooner- he just hadn’t thought you could infatuate him this badly. He could have avoided this sort of damage, but you were just so fucking inopportune, not to mention awfully tempting and mouthwatering for someone who possessed a rut. He wasn't even able to be gentler. It was your first time. He was legitimately a piece of trash! The number two piece of trash because without a doubt he knew the number one on that category and compare himself to the incinerator was too much to handle right now.

Even now, Shit! Even now, he itched to grab you, keep you close to him, inside his greedy grasp-... where you belonged— Ugh! he couldn’t avoid thinking of you as HIS. The rut was over, and the next one was half a year away, so, you were supposedly safe or at least, that was what he was trying to force himself to believe... because, HOLY SHIT! was really having a hard time seeing you as someone other than his partner, his mate.... he had a mate. Takami Keigo now had a MATE, someone to call his, someone to care for and pamper and HIS.

He had never had anything, much less someone. God! please protect you from him, because right now he was dangerous... dangerously close to hug you against his chest and kiss you till air ran out, at risk of sweeping you off your feet and take you straight to his penthouse to never be allowed to leave ever again, in hazard of becoming your willing slave, you wanted someone dead, you got it! Just say the word and he’ll do it. Belonging, excited him a lot, skyrocketing him to cloud nine but now had to dial it down and try to keep his mind at ease. 

Breathe Keigo! Focus Hawks! 

Finding you sticking to the other side of the tub really broke his reverie, you looked distrustful, nervous, hurt.... he did that.... there weren’t words to describe how sorry he felt for what he had done to you. He was torn between his blinding happiness and the shameful way he got it …. he couldn’t… he couldn’t even begin an apology because didn’t even remember your name. Somehow, he knew baby bird, love, sweet thing, or darling wasn´t appropriate right now, but you´ll have to bear with him. 

“Ehmm—…. I feel like a jackass for having to ask this…. But….” Hawks could not look you in the eye as he spoke. “What was your name again, baby bird?” 

You blinked at him in disbelief. Wow! you nailed it, Keigo! You nailed making you feel like a whore. Nevertheless, you refused to let the hurt show on your face, instead taking in how sheepish and miserable he actually looked, and somehow, you felt less uncomfortable... just a thad.

“Y/N.” You conceded, looking elsewhere except him.

“Y/N.” He repeated, each syllable rolling down from his tongue like if he was memorizing the secret code to disarm a bomb. “T-Thank you, (y/n).”

Your eyes rose to stare at him from the other side of the tub, bubbly semen floating on the water in between the two. You could only stare. Watchfully waiting for him to snap again. He told you that you were safe now, but you had heard those same words before and yet had inevitably woken up in his arms, naked. So, you still wouldn't fully trust.

“Baby bird—”

“Please use my name.” You brusquely cut him off, ignoring the withering look that flashed way too fast over his features to then soften. He hid a heavy sigh under an awkward chuckle and hoisted his elbow over the edge of the tub to rub his chin with his palm.

“Sorry-…(y/n), I can't seem to stop apologizing...” he muttered, burdensomely but quickly recover clearing his throat, “o-okey.... as far as I remember we are at your house-” 

“My parent's house—If we are being specific, I already live in the UA dormitories." Quickly corrected, very prone to interrupt him and him very prone to let you, never dropping that infuriatingly stupid sympathetic grin.

“Right.” He nodded, “-Is there anyone else in the house besides my mother-in—” 

This time he cut himself off, -if he were a cartoon, you would be able to see a drop of sweat run down his forehead- it would be funny, but it wasn't, the glare you shoot at him felt like a hot knife slicing through his skin and he hurried to apologize, yet again. 

“Sorry, sorry baby bird-…. Oh dammit! Sorry about the baby bird too! God! I´m really sorry, is just that my mind is still a beating mess-”

You didn’t like that statement one bit. It made you feel in danger, on high alert. Was he going to get out of hand again?! Your body reacted automatically, lunging out of the tub, wet and slippery straight to the floor, desperately trying to get away.

Hawks watched the whole thing from his spot, didn’t move to stop you, only restricted you with the feathers still adorning your wrists and ankles trying to prevent more damage on your body. He knew that any sudden move from him would be misinterpreted. He wanted to swear for his life that you were safe.... but if he was honest, he wasn’t sure... still didn't trust himself, wasn't sure what he would do if your naked figures got close again.

The raw power of your scent was imprinted on every cell of his body, every breath he took was filled with you. It was intoxicating to smell like you or smell you covered in HIM. You were still ovulating, still ready to be breed.

He could tell, he could even hear your heartbeat-... far too fast for comfort. You were making him anxious, unknowingly activating in his mind a mate-response from his body.

“Your heart is pounding.” Hawks pointed, soberly, doing the extra mile for you not to notice his hands clenching the rim of the bathtub, tightly “I need you to try and calm down, (y/n), or you’re going to make me—” 

“Stay away from me!” 

You did not know where that roar came from, you had never heard your voice so fierce. Everything was getting out of hand. 

“I didn’t mean-” He interrupted, calmly. You were not listening. He sighed, hanging his shoulders. If you weren’t so fucking terrified, you would’ve been impressed by how in control he actually seemed.

“Just stay away from me, Keigo!” You grumbled, for a moment forgetting you were awfully naked and at his utter sight. His name had slip out of your mouth so naturally, that even the biting tone wasn’t enough to stop Hawks from feeling a delicious tingle ravish his skin, wishing to hear it again. 

“Fine-” he said under his breath, standing up and stepping out of the tub. Wingless back displaying powerful muscles that could crush a little thing like you without even blinking. You rushed to take whatever you could find and saw how he had to bite a giggle when turning around found you threatening him with a deadly toothbrush.

“Easy there, baby b-” he cleared his throat soundly to cut out the petname that insisted to slip out, “-As lethal as that toothbrush is for the cavities, I still need you to calm down.” Hawks spoke slowly, he was forcing himself to stay calm. You weren't making it easy on him. 

Your little body trembled, cold or fear, he didn't know, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to hug you and nullify either option, the heat of his body and his feathers could warm and dry you better than any cloth and the devotion of his claim... well, it was useless to think about it.

“.... Are you calm?” He ventured taking a step closer and hearing the clear drumming of your heartbeat going wild, stepped back and waited. Once you seemed less tense, he mused. “So, I'll ask again. Is there anyone else in the house? besides your mother, perhaps.... another male?”

Your eyes squinted at his weird word selection. “Another male...?” You repeated, “which cave did you come out of?” you continued, bitingly.

“I know it sounds weird” Hawks chuckled breathlessly, “—but it's something instinctual....” You frowned at his lame explanation. You were a little sick of that excuse. “Right now, I am very overprotective of you, baby bird.” You snorted at the use of the petname but he ignored you, apparently it was here to stay. “I'm not even sure how to explain it but...” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly to then continue.

“If another male so much as looks at you, I’m liable to hurt him, BADLY. Like `straight to emergency´ badly, I won´t be able to control myself or my actions,” his tone was soft, apologetic. “Keeping you safe, comfortable and close are my priorities right now, that's why I fed and bathed you and now I need you to sleep.... hopefully with that-” he seemed nervous and that push you to pry.

“...Yes?” 

“Hopefully with that I'll be able to... leave.”

He was telling the truth. He was fucking telling the truth, you could tell. Holy Fuck! He´ll leave you alone. YAS! 

“REALLY?!” you were unable to control the volume of your excited howl.

“Shhhh!” Hawks pressed a finger over his lips. “(Y/N), you're being too loud,” he cautioned in a low voice, back turned to you while searched for something to cover up. “At any time, your mother can—” 

“—Sweetie, is everything okay?” 

FUCK! Now he was one hundred percent sure where his feathers were because unless your mother was a trained ninja, he would have felt her approaching.

You both froze, even the toothbrush slipped from your hand and without preamble, Hawks rushed to your side hovering behind you as if your petite figure would cover him from your mother. His warm breath right next to your ear.

“Answer her, baby bird.” He said in a whisper too low. “Do you think she knows I'm here?” He stressed, hands absentmindedly squeezing your shoulders the longer you took to reply.

“Sweetie...?” you heard your worried mother call again. 

The heat emanating from Hawk´s body was very distracting, not to mention nerve-wrecking, especially now that his uneasiness made his limbs forget about your number one rule: ‘hands off’. 

Neither of you could stop him from wrapping his hands around your waist or pressing his hips distractively against your bottom. Keeping you anchored to him, as if he was trying to protect you from the intruder on the other side of the door.  

That closeness, the heat of your skin under the pads of his fingers was more than enough to throw him back to the memory of him knocking the breath out of you as you received him. As he slammed inside that haven between your thighs, like knocking on heaven’s doors. The way you squeezed so tightly around him, desperately trying to push him out... just as now.  

“Let go...” you choked out as quite as you could, peeling his hands off, but he was stronger than you. He’d always be so much stronger than a little, helpless student like you. You feared him before he even did anything more than breech your personal space.

“S-Sorry,” he spelled, being thrown out of his musings, sweat rolled down his forehead and he shook his head, trying to calm his own blood pressure, he needed the blood to go north, not south. 

In a studied motion, stepped back. Enough to be at arm’s reach but gift you as well a sense of freedom. “Answer-… go on.” He breathed out. 

“E-Everything’s okay, mommy-” You hurried to reply in an even tone. Trying to ignore how close Hawks still was, invading your personal space as if were nothing wrong. “I just slipped... but I didn’t hurt myself.” You openly lied, the last thing you wanted was to alarm your mom. As Hawks claimed to be overprotective of you, you knew yourself the same to your family.

“Ummm... are you sure, sweetie?”

“Yes, mommy, I'll be out soon.” You faked mirth.

“Ok, if you need anything, call me.” Your sweet mother offered and then you heard her go downstairs.

Hawks sighed, long and soundly. “Hell, this is wrecking my nerves—….” he said, “and your heartbeat is not helping either.” This time he had to bite at his lip, “TRY, please, try! to slow down your heartbeat, dammit.” He almost growled.

“Can you blame me?” you to spat out, “why did you have to touch me...?” you grumbled, quickly stepping away, ignoring his hands reaching out, “—being this close to you certainly isn’t helping me to lower my goddamn blood pressure!” You fumed, and Hawks snorted, loud and childish. It pissed him off, how you avoided him. How you repelled your own mate. He had marked you, but you had marked him as well. Did you know that?

Right now, he was at the loser’s side, he wasn´t allowed to play the victim. He had already done too much to you. So, swallowed his frustrations like a big boy and chuckled, uncomfortable and fake. 

“I´ll do my best to stay away from you.” He forced those toxic words out, it felt wrong, like corrosive acid burning his throat.

“You better do.” You sulked.

It was awful to Hawks -the number two hero of the whole country, the player, the golden boy, the number one bachelor- to be denied of something he deemed his. To be this near you, cock out and half-hard already without the power to slide inside his own partner. Helpless to start any kind of affection, intimacy or familiarity... shit! even a simple brush of his hand was out of the question.

“What´s that slipping down your thigh?” you suddenly asked, curiosity making you squint your eyes at the viscous, jelly-like fluid that turned watery the more it dripped.

Hawks peered down, finding the big stain dripping down his thigh and gathering the weird substance on the tips of his forefinger and thumb, smelled it. It was slippery and he was accustomed to see his lovers covered in it. It was cum, his cum being pushed out by gravity's force from your tight and recently deflowered pussy— How many times did he have to come inside you for it to still come out, even after you took a bath? He lost count when passed from five.

“ ‘s fine…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably- God damn it, you were waiting for an answer. “Not- ah, not your f-fault.” He stuttered, hips twitching before hurry to clean himself on the sink. 

“—Why would it be my fault?” you mused, and then it hit you. 

The moisty sensation between your legs wasn´t water or soap as you wrongly believed, you slipped one finger inside and it came out dripping till the knuckle. 

“Gross-s...” your mortified whine made Hawks glance back over his shoulder. 

His fists tightened, too embarrassed, too pleased as well. Splashing water over his chest and face to lower the temperature of his body, struggling to keep the blush from spreading, and as soon felt the shove you gave him to take his spot on the sink, it felt like a breeze more than a shove, but he still moved aside, to let you wash yourself the evidence of his crime.

He had stuffed you—had left you full of possible chicks, his brood swam inside your belly. It didn't matter how far you pushed him. He lived inside of you, that was his actual residence.

“Why- Why are you smiling about?” 

Hawks stared at you, blankly. He had been caught daydreaming about his happy family. The day he could get to come home to you, his pretty lovely wife making dinner for him, a bunch of kids bouncing excitedly to his arms, eager to receive him and talk to him about their day at school. Yes, he wanted that.

“N-Nothing...” he stuttered, absentmindedly. “I-…. I just space away.” He said way too fast, disturbingly stretched grin and ashamed golden gaze betraying his jovial tone.

“Sure,” you scoffed.

For the first time you were both as calm and docile as you could be around each other, you finished cleaning up what you could, but you were still too tight so most of the day you would be dripping. You sighed in defeat and leant against the sink, letting your eyes wander, without knowing some golden eyes were wandering as well.

The nakedness that your bodies sported became impossible to ignore. Hawks was shredded as hell-... he was unfortunately a handsome bastard, his body was muscular and strong and so thick in a good way, not lean muscle like the boys at your class, but well-defined. A bunch of well-developed muscles aimed that way to be strong, fast and lethal. His hero costume really dwarfed him, and even so, he was immensely popular among the female population.

You saw his hands suddenly came together over his crotch and your face lit up, damn it! you had been absentmindedly staring at him! You spat out a quick apology and immediately turned away, hiding your face with your hands.

Hawks choked down a giggle, it was nice to be on the side you apologize to for once. 

“—Could you... could you please cover up with something?”

“No.” 

“No?!” you repeated, incredulous. Hugging yourself tight.

“There’s… there’s nothing around, baby bird, I-I already looked.” 

His throat felt dry. The heat wasn’t subsiding. It was hard to breathe, let alone speak coherently while having you all naked and pretty in front of him, you were unquestionably custom made for Hawks, every bump, every curve, every dent was mind-blowingly gorgeous to his eyes, you were sculpted just as he liked woman. Your breast was still developing but damn! Didn´t you have a nice rack already? Once fully developed, he´ll be unable to keep his hands away for even a second.

FOCUS HAWKS! You stupid horny bird!

Clearing his throat, turned on his Hero side. He needed to look for options, but none would work without having his feathers, sighing, resigned to ponder out loud.

“We need to get out of this bathroom, your mother will begin to suspect that something strange is happening if you keep stalling...” Hawks mused, deep in thought “I'm afraid our most plausible option is to run to your room... there we will surely find our clothes-”

“Why are you talking like you don't know what YOU did with our clothes? You were the one that stripped me naked.” You blasted, feeling quite vexed with the development of things and his lack of acknowledgment to his actions.

“Because I don't know, (y/n), my rut—”

“STOP! Just stop with the rut bullshit!” your voice rose, and Hawks hand itched to cover your mouth, but he refrained. “Why are you making up this kind of lies-”

“I'm not lying to you, baby bird!... is this, the RUT... won't let me get away from you for long enough, I know it sounds ridiculous but I'm being one hundred percent honest with you.” Hawks swear, he sounded genuine enough. Perhaps, he was a victim of this series of unfortunate events as well... but the throbbing stretching sensation coming from your crotch refused to accept that truth.

You blinked back the tears of frustration that pricked your eyes and breathed. Now was not the time to argue, time was running low. The longer Hawks stood in your house, the dangerous it was for your family.

“My room is at the beginning of the hallway next to the stairs,” you instructed, “I'm going to peek out to see if there’s no one around and when I give the signal, we run.” Hawks nodded.

You carefully opened the door and making sure it was desolated, both ran down the corridor, entering your room to slam the door behind. You pressed your forehead against the door feeling your heart hammering hard. Only one mistake was needed, and the situation would be easily misinterpreted. Your parents would think you were toying with the Number Two Hero in the country, running naked around the house like an easy gal. 

You slammed your fist against the door, and it shook beneath your hand. 

“-Baby bird?”

You heard him call but there was something different in his tone, something sweeter and mellow. So, you opened your eyes, you hadn't even realized that you had closed them in the first place and glancing at Hawks you noticed a strong blush covering from his neck to his ears. At least, his pants were back on, even so, he looked more sheepish than when was naked.

“I really hate myself for having to keep asking you to do things.... you don´t owe me anything, far from it.... but—I need you to lay down....” your eyebrow arched, incredulously, “PLEASE, lay down inside the nest with me!”

COMING SOON PART 9....

⭕️ In my PATREON you will find NSFW art of this story and more spicy MHA NSFW art and exclusive smut fanfiction. ;)

@wtvbabes @dreamlessnight @naomi1247e @alicecil87

[ilykaveh]

yuuji itadori is a man full of love and adoration, and what better way is there to show it?

❀ — content: fem reader, aged up ! characters, dirty talk, praise, overstim, creampie, squirting.

"yuuji!" you squealed your boyfriend's name as he continued to pound into your warm cunt with unwavering vigour.

he'd been fucking you for what felt like forever. the sun was low on the horizon when the two of you had begun, and now the moon hung amongst a choir of stars. you would try to count the number of hours that it had been, though you were struggling to keep a count of how many times the pink-haired sorcerer had made you cum.

"so fucking good for me, baby," yuuji cooed, "you take me so well; 's like this cunt was made for me," one of his hands groped your breast, toying with your stiff nipple. he was enamoured with how your pussy fluttered around him in response.

"please, yu-" you begged, though were cut off by another moan ripping through your throat.

"please what, princess?" he teased, amused by how sensitive you were for him — something that only made him even more intoxicated by you.

"c-can't, 's too much!" you hoped he understood what you were trying to communicate, and being the sweetest man you'd ever met, he did.

"come on, baby. just one more, one more for me, yeah? you can do it, i know you can." his lustful ramblings only made the knot in your stomach grow painfully tighter, to which you whined in response. "i've got you, 'll even play with your pretty little clit 'nd make it faster, yeah?"

yuuji's filthy words made you feel like you were riding high on cloud nine. a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body and sent your neurons into a peaceful, blissed-out state. you babbles an affirmative for your boyfriend to resume fucking you at his desired speed, and simply laid back and enjoyed the final stretch of the ride.

"my pretty girl," he continued, "so fuckin' sweet, so perfect," yuuji wasn't thinking, he was just speaking from the heart. he could sense his orgasm nearing, and due to the way that your drooling cunt clenched around his cock, he assumed yours was too.

"doin' such a good job f'me, princes; 'm gonna cum all over y'r pretty tits, yeah? would you like that? g'na mark you as mine; only i get to see you spread out like this."

"no," you mumbled, reaching out to grip yuuji's arm.

"everything okay, angel?" he paused his movements, wide eyes filling with concern.

"wan' you to cum in me, please, yuu," you begged. "please, please, please," slowly, you trailed off.

it was a plea that he couldn't refuse. after all, he knew you'd taken measures to prevent anything unexpected happening. yuuji's pace became increasingly sporadic as he snapped his hips once again, bringing his hand down to massage taut circles around your clit like he promised.

your fists tangled in the sheets, tears threatening to spill past your lashline at the sheer volumes of pleasure. it felt as though your orgasm was a ticking time bomb, dangerously close to exploding.

more incoherent babbling from the two of you led to yuuji's final few pounds, weaker than those prior. with a particular sharp thrust that you swear you felt in your lower stomach, he spilled an unbelievable amount of warm cum into you.

the sensation caused your synchronous climax. white lights blurred your vision as you came harder than you ever had, dizziness taking over. without you having realized, a few jets of squirt hit yuuji's lower stomach. if he had anything left in him, the sight of you right now would be enough to make the man hard as a rock all over again.

without a second thought, he leaned down to entrap your lips against his own. the display of affection anchored you back to reality a little.

"you're perfect, baby." yuuji repeated. his smile as he pulled away made you feel so overwhelmed with love that it was indescribable, a purity that made you forget that you hadn't just spent the past few hours engaged in messy, messy sex.

he waited a moment before pulling out his softened cock from you, eyes transfixed on your cunt as his cum leaked out of you in small globs.

"let me go grab a rag, angel. do you need anything else? food? water? i can run us a bath if you'd like?"

you smiled back at him, giggling to yourself at the soft reminder of why you fell in love with him.

"'s okay, yuu. i just wanna be near you."

[aroace-number-eight]

@5s-missing-eye

[vinesandbooksbaby]

LL incorrect quotes but it’s just quotes from my friend group

John: I’m an old person. My body wakes me up at 6 am

Ella: *quietly and seriously*: My body screams

Nine: *singing* my chick bad my chick hood

Six: stop it

Nine: why

Six: your life depends on it

Eight: Do you eat hotdogs?

Marina: yes

Ella: awww

Nine: I need to get it in this time

Five: Fuck off

Nine: That’s what he said

Five: Fuck off?

Marina: I was more of a befriend the tiramisu kind of girl

Ella: Dude I have like the body length of a Viking

*cicada chirping*

Sandor: What’s that?

Brandon/Henri: That’s called a bug

Adam: If you were going to kys what is the stupidest way you could do it

One: One time I actually used a fork to get my food out of the toaster

Sarah: Don’t give up, chase your dreams!

Five: My dream is giving up

(Nemo to Nine): Your texting style is so different from the way you speak. Except for the number of bitches you use. Bitches remain constant

Sam: The author of my textbook suddenly stopped using the Oxford comma I’m gonna kill myself

[aroace-number-eight]

@angorwhosebabyisthis

Today's Seal Is: The Devious Devourer

[fei09]

in honor of Folklore’s anniversary/the cardigan re-releasing

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

have been unpacking the scene where they bully and manipulate five into joining in the training session, which i've had to do a little at a time because there's A Lot and it is Upsetting Shit, but this bit in particular i'm just

how to make me instantly want to punch a character in the throat: have them pull the 'i can treat you however i want, up to and including physical violence, because it's my house' card, aka every abusive parent ever lmao

[kip-loric]

I think Nine would start to wear silly clothes after the war

He wears these when Johnny comes to visit

[heimeldat]

How to Come Up with Time Lord Names

Sooooo...I did a letter-by-letter analysis of 230 names from the wiki's list of Time Lords, making sure I only chose characters that both 1) had names that sounded like part of the same language and 2) had their jobs listed so I could correlate name-segments with talents.

If you want to see my whole headcanon about how Time Lord names work and what each syllable means, I've put it on AO3. If you just want to know what sounds and syllables to include when you're coming up with names, the analysis I did of all those existing names is below the cut.

Most syllables consist of a consonant followed by a vowel.

A syllable can only contain one vowel (with the exception of IA, which acts like a single vowel).

Every syllable contains at least one consonant (with the exception of O, which can stand alone without a consonant attached).

About 46% of analyzed syllables add a second consonant after the vowel. About 18% of analyzed syllables follow a vowel-consonant pattern. Only nine consonants are used after vowels. (C/K/Ch, D, F/Ph/P, L/LL, M/N, R, S/Sh, T/Th, X)

Total names analyzed: 230

Total syllables in analyzed names: 719

Number of syllables based around each vowel:

A 295 (36% 0f analyzed syllables) E 129 (18% 0f analyzed syllables) O 127 (18% 0f analyzed syllables) I 118 (16% 0f analyzed syllables) U 50 (7% 0f analyzed syllables)

Number of syllables beginning with consonants: 592 (82% of analyzed syllables)

Number of syllables beginning with each consonant:

R 77 (11% 0f analyzed syllables) T 70 (10% 0f analyzed syllables) L 68 (9% of analyzed syllables) N 46 S/Sh 40 V 42 C/K/Ch 41 D 40  M 32 G 21 P 21 B 14  Tr 13 H 12 Dr 10 Br 7 F/Ph 6  J 6 X 6 Z 5 Fl 3 Sp 3 Qu 3 W 2 Y 2

Number of syllables beginning with vowels: 127 (18% of analyzed syllables)

Number of syllables beginning with each vowel:

A 61 (8% of analyzed syllables) E 24 O 19 U 16 I 7

Number of syllables ending with consonants: 332 (46% of analyzed syllables)

Number of syllables ending with each consonant:

M/N 102 (14% of analyzed syllables, 31% of syllables ending with consonants) R 67 (9% of analyzed syllables, 20% of syllables ending with consonants) S/Sh 52 (16% of syllables ending with consonants) L/LL 43 (13% of syllables ending with consonants) X 22 C/K/Ch 15 T/Th 14 D 12 F/Ph/P 5

Most Commonly Used Syllables:

An (15 times) Na (15 times) Ra (15 times) Ri (14 times) Ta (14 times) La (13 times) Ro (11 times) Sa (11 times) Us (11 times) Ti (10 times) All other syllables appeared fewer than ten times in the analysis.

[toiletology]

The cats MEOW

The famous "M" on the tabby cat. Is it just a random m-ar-KING or was it placed there by GOD to give you a clue to the real nature of reality?

Luckily for you my name is MATT and I am the king of the cats so I already know answer.

M = 13th letter or 1+3 = 4. There are 4 lines in the letter M.

Why is that important? Well my dear Watson M represents TIME or ME/WE (turn the e = mm).

The M has 4 lines or 11:11 which can also be read as 77:77.

Like I've written in my previous blogs heaven and hell exist now ALL around you.

There are 49 degrees in HELL (TT/77/LL) and 49 degrees in heaven.

HELL on a calculator spells out 4377 or 777 (43 or 34 is also 17+17).

17 = GOD

G = 7 O = 6 D = 4 Add it up = 17

To escape hell you must dial "key" or "halo" on a phones keypad (not literally, its just a clue numbskull).

To get your CROW/N 🐦‍⬛ you must find the 73 or the 777 LUCK .

T (top) = 7 (luck) or L (low)

T > UR > KEY 🦃 (DUH!).

The t is a cross or two lines intersecting and X marks the spot! (jackass ;)

TT = Pi or a doorway/portal/wormhole out of the MATrix.

This universe (you <> aNd <> eye) that we all live in is GODS beaver dam. Gods creative power is always flowing like an endless river. This universe became Gods solution to slow their flow into a less chaotic random mess.

The 7 or T is your key to escape (1/7 to be exact). You gotta split the red sea/see (C light).

And the color GREEN = 49.

To pay your respects "F" you must plant your FLAG.

"grace" = 34 (Ordinal) or 17 + 17.

A ladybug is red 🐞which can mean luck or it can mean stop 🛑 or something bad.

The color "RED" can be both a sCARy color or a color that can be beautiful like a rose or painted lips.

"red" = 27 (Ordinal) or two sevens (49)

The first color of the light spectrum is RED and there are 7 colors to the rainbow. You need to FEEL the colors more so than see them.

The same goes true for LETTERS and NUMBERS they are all sentient and the way (way = mat) GOD will speak to you.

To unlock the secrets of the 11:11 (77:77) or the M box you must learn to SEE, HEAR, FEEL on an extremely DEEP level. The FORCE is real, but you can't FORCE it, you must allow GOD to FLOW through you naturally and AUTHENTICALLY.

M = A but how?

M = 4

A = 4 (A represents Apple, Compass, Illusion, Eye, AH)

FORMAT > 4 M@ (@ = AT/Compass, apple, AH, eye, illusion)

A, I, O are interchangeable. The MOT/HER can also be MAT.

HER/MIT ;)

M = IT (I = 1, T = 7) S/HE IS THE EVENING, S/HE IS EVE! The Porcelain Goddess, you must keep the queen clean!

This reality is a holo-fractal clock and works on time. You escape the MATrix by improving your TIMING. The apple is the illusion, the mirrors represent positive (love) or negative (fear).

🪞🍎🪞

Snake = Ground/Gravity/Pain/Fear/Devil

SNAKE or S is the SIX/6 🐍 the 6 is the BUG 🐞the devil is just a ladybug, but the bug grows stronger the more you feed IT.

The S can also be read as an M (flip it around) you must learn to transmute the chaos into order.

SNAKE PLISSKEN = SNAKE LISTEN or SNAKE IS IN, L is IN. (Combine the L with the I = LI = U now re-read it US IN, the P is just a tongue but can be a lower b p and the one true God is the QUEEN BEE 🐝)

The snake can be both good or bad and everything in-between. To interpret the SIX takes practice. It can be a sign you are getting SICK or more BUGGED. The 6 can be the HOOK of the devil bringing you down low. But don't forget JESUS was also a fisherman and that HOOK can also bring you up which can become a 9.

Nine = N (look at the letter it is two sevens/77).

So are you in (R-U-N) or are you Not? The seven can bring you UP or it can bring you 7/Low.

Don't get trapped by heLLs Ls you must increase your L/7/T/luck. The 7 is how you escape the CUBE (6 sides 8 corners its missing the 7).

What is 17+17? 34 What is 34+34? 68

What is 49+49? 98

There are 49 degrees to he77, and 49 degrees to heaven.

"heaven" = 107 (Reverse)

0 is the finally degree or the O or your way OUT (two/11). Read OUT backwards it is TOU/TWO or the 11 or 77. Are you starting to get it now?

37 (777), 77 (49) to escape the cube/chessboard you need the 77s.

The queen in chess is the strongest and luckiest piece and she moves 27 squares or two sevens and crosses seven 3 times. There are 64 squares on a chessboard or two 8s. (49/64). 8 = ate/eat/eight.

8 = 1 + 7, there are 17 chromosome pairs in the APPLE, @, A.

ATE = MAT (turn the E)

M can be read as a 3 or a 13 (1+3 = 4) or 3 & 4 (17+17). To escape the MATrix you must become a bee 🐝🍯and GOD is the Queen Bee.

"queen bee" = 34 (Chaldean) "queen" = 27 (Keypad) "queen" = 21 (Septenary) 7+7+7 "queen" = 73 (Reverse) "bee" = 8 (Keypad) "be" = 7 (Ordinal) "be" = 7 (Septenary) "be" = 7 (Chaldean) "heart" = 52 (Ordinal) "heart" = 17 (Chaldean) "hear" = 17 (Septenary) "feel" = 17 (Reverse Reduction) "sing" = 49 (Ordinal) "sing" = 21 (Keypad) "hymm" = 49 (Reverse) "humble" = 28 (Keypad) "God" = 17 (Reduction) "lord" = 49 (Ordinal) "lord" = 21 (Keypad) "goddess" = 73 (Ordinal) "goddess" = 34 (Septenary) "goddess" = 33 (Keypad) "goddess" = 28 (Reduction)

GEMATRIA = MATs AIR EGG, yep we are ALL (ATT) floating on MATTs EGG. You sleep on MATTress everynight, you get married in MATrimony, you give birth MATernity, we are all MATTer. To escape the MATrix you need to understand the MATh. I can only show you the door = MAT you must walk through it.

This reality functions on TIME (it me), time acts as the walls or prison bars to this reality.

The M is one of the keys out. You must learn to FEEL and move the letters and numbers around in your mind like a Rubik's cube to decode it on the fly. You can't take letters or numbers at face value because they can become distorted by your disharmony or interpretation of them. God speaks many layers deep, so you can't rely on your brain only the FEELING combined with your knowledge of Toiletology.

Like I said before a 6/six could be making you sick, or it can be making you SICK as in a bad ass.

Feeling confused yet? F = EEL or ILL which is a word that can mean sick or you're sick with it.

F can also mean RESPECT or represent a FLAG. It takes time to be able to interpret these "codes" or "errors" that's exactly what it is. GOD made us perfect in their image, except that we are ALL kind of BUGGY.

"buggy" = 27 (Keypad) "buggy" = 73 (Reverse) "bug" = 14 (Keypad)

To escape the MATrix or MOT you need to start noticing your "glitches", "bugs", "errors", "typos", "mistakes", and "accidents."

GOD speaks to US and gives us clues on how to FIND them through these error correcting codes. We aren't in a simulation but it does operate like a computer the way God designed it. Our glitchy programming is the backdoor to escape hell into heaven. I have discovered this (with my cosmic sisters help of course) this backdoor and the door = mat.

Not only is there programming in the underlying fabric of reality which is completely undetectable (until now). God designed reality like a video game. And just like a video game there are cheat codes.

It is possible to escape this holo-fractal MATrix through a backdoor and the door = 17

"backdoor" = 33 (Reduction) "backdoor" = 69 (Ordinal) "doormat" = 86 (Ordinal) or 98/68 half of 86 = 43, half of 68 = 34, half of 98 = 49. 86 = 8 + 6 = 14 (two seven), 9 + 8 = 17

M = 11:11 or 4 lines, 4 = A /@/apple or the WIZARD OF AHHHHHS.

THATS A TYPO, YEAH RIGHT MAN! Your name goes through like 17 computers a day.

"orwell" = 77 (Reverse)

T = UR = KEY

The "T" can be read as a 7 or an L or a T.

Getting confused yet? Like I keep saying it works on FEEL and to FEEL the FORCE takes practice.

You can't level up your skills or find GOD without LOCKing/LUCKing onto GODS signal and that signal = 17.

"frequency" = 37 (Septenary)or 777

You gotta find that LUCK/7UCK/TUCK to escape the MATrix to break your NPC/A.I programming.

There are a couple KEYS you must learn to use to escape the door TT 17 (77) that's the doorway and the door = mat and the way is (mat).

A double sided tuning fork is exactly what we humans are. There are 7 chakras in the human body.

"tuning" = 77 (Reverse) "tuning" = 27 (Septenary) "tune" = 21 (Reverse Reduction) "chakras" = 17 (Chaldean) "chakras" = 128 (Reverse) half of which is 64. "chakra" = 14 (Chaldean)

Gematria can help with your belief, but you shouldn't rely on it for your all answers. Gematria can be pretty spammy and not that helpful, so I try to keep it to a minimal.

"answers" = 27 (Reduction) "answer" = 37 (Reverse Reduction) "answer" = 34 (Keypad)

Leonardo Da Vincis Vitruvian Man displays 4 arms and 4 legs or 8 (1+7).

An interesting aspect of the human body is when you raise your arms above your head it creates a U and your legs create an N (n) shape like the tuning fork.

Now I repeat the question r U n or are you out of tune?

A you (U) can be an UP or a C (see) or UNDER like a DUD.

Just like an N can mean in, or n (no), or a Z/N (snooze alert zzzz), the N can be many things some good, some bad and some in-between.

The answer = ans (a = 1, n = 5, s = 1) Whats that spell? 7 ANS = NAS N = nothing, A = anything, S = something

Good people get something, shitty people get nothing and ANGELS get anything. A = 4 N = 77 S = 6

7 x 11 = 77 or 49

ELEVEN <> ELVEN <> EVE

11 = 77

The N is another key you must learn to use to escape the black cube of Saturn's HEX/agon (6).

[deimosbreakfrost]

Okay currently I'm doing something for October which is watching all the horror movies that ice nine kills made reference to in The Silver Scream and Welcome to HorrorWood for a Fanart Month (or whatever the fuck that is called)

And as a quick resume of the songs i.n.k made and the movies they made reference to;

On TSS it goes from The American Nightmare/Nightmare on Elm Street to IT is the the end/It

On WTH it goes from A Rash Decision/Cabin Fever (not counting with welcome to Horrowood, that isn't based on anything... I guess so) to Farewell ll Flesh/Candyman

(the Jason's mom and Your Number's up singles and Meat & Greet on WTHOF also counts, but Rainy Day/Resident evil doesn't count because it's a game, not a movie)

[babybulbasaur920]

Headcanons for Vilex (Vil/Felix)

Felix has more or less avoided Vil´s fits of overbearing-ness for the first two years of Felix's time at NRC

There was more or less an unspoken agreement after Vil saw what this man can make out of basically nothing

Leave him alone and he´ll work hard on his own, and get fancy, beautiful jewelry with gems mined from the Han-eul mountains, the most gorgeous ever

This went on until the VDC, when Vil decided Felix would help the crew, music and stuff. He thought Felix could do it

Anyways chapter 5 goes as it does

Felix and Yuu in the ¨we aren't going to be dancing, why must we eat the white people food?¨ club

Vil´s overblot goes as it does

As he's doing his major soul searching trying to reassess every damn thing, he happens upon Felix's hot shop, and they start chatting

At first it's polite small talk, about Felix´s projects and the jewelry making process. It then turns into more personal things

Vil hasn't had much time to just work through it all.

Even with Rook picking up the slack it takes a lot to be so perfect, and to look like it takes no effort to be perfect

Felix is blunt and slightly to the left (my baby is undiagnosed autistic, the tumblr kind, he'd be doing numbers on here) and its oddly refreshing to Vil, who hasn't given him much more thought than a handy kinda dude

They started dating not long and it's a trip for both of them

Vil never thought he'd be so down for someone, he always thought a partner would have to be actually perfect, not better than him of course 

If you told him a year ago he'd be so head over heels for a kinda short artisan with little filter, he'd laugh it off, but life comes at you fast and you never know. And now he's sitting in the cafeteria with one arm around him while trying to get him to eat, since using his fire and metal magic to craft actually burns a lot of calories, he has to eat a lot, but can just get so absorbed in studying or whatever Vil has to remind him to eat.

Felix has definitely kissed Vil all over like that one tweet

Felix kissing Vil all over his face: skincare

Holiday hcs since we just had those fucks

I just know Vils dad is like one of those sad beige moms

And christmas, or the twisted wonderland equivalent kinda sucked over at the Schoenheit house for that reason

And Vil keeps that going in Pomefiore, instead of beige we got purple, which is a step up but you get the point

But Felix came from a large family and the kind of village thats one big family, and it's ¨tacky¨ holidays all the way

We are talking about homemade decor (that still looks amazing,  all those jerks are pro artisans, what did you think would happen?), all the colors, cookie decorating with half the kitchen coated in flour, festive kidz bop, pjs, the whole messy nine yards

This of course becomes a problem, last year, Felix just did his room how he likes it, and his roommate was kind enough not to snitch, but now he and Vil are dating, he's asking for his opinion, and, he really hates how sterile this all looks

While dating Felix has sort of mellowed Vil out, seeing what's really important in life and all that, he still very much cares about aesthetics and everything looking perfect, and perfect, in this scenario makes Felix poke everything with a stick

Eventually they come to a conclusion, the dorm will be elegant as always but more fun

They do a whole thing about gingerbread houses, and it turns out Rook´s aunt has a dope recipe which he shares. It's actually pretty cool to see these guys fumble, the majority is rich fancy dudes who've never cooked in their lives 

Of course Felix´s is super elaborate (once again, who do you think you're talking about?). He's not much better at baking, but design is his thing. The whole thing is a victorian style house with candy cane railings, green cotton candy and powdered sugar as snowy bushes, a snowman made out of donut holes, and a garden using candy canes as trellis, those pull apart twizzlers as vines and actual candied flowers. How this man even got those things, no one knows (he bribed Rook, a true artist cannot be contained)

Tree decorating! Some students write home for ornaments that they particularly like, Felix makes some, Epel makes a whole popcorn chain (has to be supervised or he'll eat it, our gremlin child), it gets spray painted, so it doesn't attract bugs not all of it matches but the tree is beautiful and everyone in the dorm got to add to it

Vil has to fold, this **has** been better than how holidays normally are for him

The gifts:

What Felix gifts Vil: 

(he made them of course)

he put in it, a picture Rook took, of the group (him, Vil, Epel, Rook) (dont ask how Rook took the picture and was in the picture. we all know this man is some eldrich being) in front of the dorm tree

What Vil got him:

(i couldn´t find pictures of actual tickets so pretend they´re tickets)

They both love the netflix movie, so when Felix casually tosses out he once saw this as a play when travelling with his parents, Vil was intrigued. he found out that a theater not too far from NRC would be putting it on

Vil, when doing his homework on the play, saw it's a thing to dress up like you're going to prom, so he also got Felix a nice suit