#maybe she thinks it would truly 'help' him!!

[neeeooon]

Hey! How would the bllk boys (Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Rin + your choice?) React to their SO trying to break up with them bc she's insecure about not being ambitious enough and she thinks they should be with someone 'better'?

omg this made me so sad 😭 hopefully you enjoy!

when you try to break up with them because you’re insecure ;

bf bllk x fem!reader

bachira meguru

-> watching bachira dance across the field was your favorite thing in the world, but it could be bittersweet. you saw how happy it made him, and it sucked to know that you’d never feel that kind of excitement

-> the thoughts about not being good enough finally got to you, and you caved. “meg? when you have a minute?” “what’s up, y/n?”

-> you didn’t think it’d be this hard. “i… i don’t think i’m ambitious enough to be your girlfriend. i don’t have a thing like you do, and i feel like maybe i’m distracting you? like instead of being on the field, you’re with me, and that’s not fair to you and your dreams.”

-> after a moment of staring and blinking and confused looks from bachira, he jumps up and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. “just because you don’t have a ‘thing’, doesn’t mean i don’t want you.”

-> he releases you and flashes his signature head-tilt-smile combo that wrecks your heart. “i can help you find something that drives you as much as soccer drives me, if you want! and if you don’t, that’s okay, too! but whatever it is, i want us to do it together. okay? :>”

isagi yoichi

-> after watching team blue lock play against the u20 team and win, hearing how determined your boyfriend was during the interview, watching him celebrate with his teammates, you made up your mind

-> “yoichi? can we talk?” and he starts sweating because he hasn’t seen or heard from you except for a little “congrats!” text since his game

-> you sit him down and stare into your lap as you say, “i think we should break up.”

-> he leans forward to ask why, but stops when you look up to reveal tears in your eyes. “i don’t have a dream. i’m not ambitious like you, and i don’t want to hold you back from achieving your dreams. i want you to live a full, prosperous life with someone better—“

-> and he’s kissing you. “y/n, no. i don’t… there isn’t anyone better. yes, this is my dream, but it’s a dream with you in it! and no one says prosperous, babe.”

-> you laugh at that and he helps wipe your tears away. “do you promise?” “i promise.”

chigiri hyoma

-> you loved watching chigiri regain his dream of running and playing soccer, but there were times when you felt like he was going to pass you by and not look back

-> it made you insecure, knowing he was so happy chasing after this dream that had previously been out of reach, when you didn’t have anything to compare it to. you felt like he could do better with someone who understood his struggles

-> “hyoma?” “hm?” “can i talk to you about something?” “mhm!” “something serious?” “… okay.”

-> and you tell him everything. “i feel like you could do better. like if you were with someone who truly understood your struggles and dreams, that you’d be happier. i love you, but i don’t want to be a deadweight in your future.”

-> chigiri would look at you, know you’re not joking, but still think this is a huge prank. “y/n, i’m able to run toward my dream because of you. because in my head, you’re there at the finish line. you’re not holding be back, you’re giving me something to run to.” you cried after that for sure

itoshi rin

-> though you cheered for your boyfriend and encouraged him every step of the way, you didn’t think you’d ever amount to the love and passionate rin has for soccer

-> it made you doubt yourself, seeing him so ambitious to strive for this dream when you didn’t have anything close to amounting

-> when it finally got to be too much, you pulled your boyfriend aside and kept your hands at your sides. “you are the most talented person i know.”

-> and now he’s nervous. “what’s going on, y/n?”

-> “i feel like i’m pulling you away from that when i’m around. i think your career would be better off without me dragging you down. you’re such a skilled player, rin, and i’m just—“

-> he takes your hands in his and squeezes them, almost desperately. “don’t say anything else. i don’t want to hear it, y/n, please. i can’t do this without you. you aren’t pulling me away or dragging me down, so don’t—“

-> this time it’s you who cuts him off when you fling yourself against his chest. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know… thank you for telling me.”

michael kaiser

-> omg he is terrified when you ask him to “talk” because he’s 98% sure he left the oven on and thinks you found out

-> but when you say, “i think we should break up,” his mind goes blank

-> “why.” “i just feel like you’re so focused on chasing your dream that you don’t need me… i can’t help you become a better player, and i don’t want to hold you back—“ “did i do something?” “huh?”

-> kaiser would look at you with such sad eyes, but accept this thinking that you want to leave him. “if you want to go, i won’t stop you. don’t stay with me if you aren’t happy anymore, y/n—“

-> you are confused, because how has the conversation changed this much? “what the heck, no! michael, i’m saying you can do better than me—“ “but i don’t want ‘better’! there isn’t ‘better’. i want you!”

[jebunkle]

is this the real life?...

806 wc, gn!reader, all of them are having a mental breakdown

i saw some awesome sahsrau (self-aware hsr au) from @aventurineswife and they seemed a bit tired of making it...so i thought i'd give it a shot :p maybe ooc on some parts, sorry

the astral express who, while visiting a planet, begin to sense something amiss. it feels as if something, someone, has eyes on them occasionally.

while you're just logging in to play the game and pulling for new characters, everyone starts to freak out. what is watching over them? it can't be the aeons, something much more divine. hell, maybe even the aeons sense something is different.

himeko brews coffee while chatting quietly with welt, "you've felt it too, yes?" she asked him nervously, as if someone would hear if they were too loud. she sips her drink while glancing around every moment or so, displaying her franticness.

the express notices her off putting attitude, but before they can dwell on it, they begin to feel the same as her. it's almost like an illness, if this plague's symptoms were paranoia and impending doom.

the stellaron hunters are hardly different. kafka's smooth demeanor falters as she gazes off into the deep null of space. "who are you, divine being?" she asks into the nothingness, her sultry voice filling the otherwise empty air. as blade is sat on a couch, arms crossed over his chest, his posture seemed to be more tense than usual. of course, he was always uptight, but his behavior was extra rigid as of lately. silver wolf on the other hand, can't help but chuckle at kafka's philosophical rants and blade's silent pondering. she can tell that they're all puppets on a larger stage, meaning close to nothing in the vast universe — both her universe and yours.

aventurine, ever relaxed, has been carrying himself with a bit more of a troubled expression. his typical flamboyance has faltered and few around him have noticed. as aventurine sits on a red leather chair in an empty casino, he does not feel alone; tossing a golden coin between his fingers, aventurine begins thinking aloud. "i see you've chosen to reveal yourself, huh?" the blonde's voice is low and almost soft, as if he's trying not to offend whoever he may be speaking to.

dr. ratio's hair is a slightly unkempt, his eyebrows are pinched together much more frequently, and his papers and studies are left askew on his desk. a few members of the intellegentsia guild slowly catch onto how he's acting, and it's truly unbecoming of the infamous strict professor. his employees can be seen wearing a concerned expression when glancing over at him, yet are too afraid to inquire on his troubled state. "i will uncover whoever is ensuing this chaos amongst us all." ratio promises himself.

the xianzhou luofu is eerily quiet. the arbiter general himself has gone silent as well, as if the ship has been submerged into an ocean of solitude. jing yuan sits in his chair with his fingers intertwined atop his lap. internally, he wonders about this rumored 'creator'; are they real? is it an aeon? what does this mean for him? his companions? is something terrible on the horizon? his endless inquiries are certainly unlike him, causing the master diviner fu xuan to worry about him.

she feels that the world has been tilted also, however she's more concerned about jing yuan's scrambled state. "please, go home and rest, general." she pleads annoyedly, "mm. give me a moment, diviner fu." jing yuan replies quietly, his words melancholic. "you know as much as i do that something has changed." he states to the shorter woman.

boothill's shoes tap eagerly against the pavement that lined the roof of the building, echoing an ambience of anticipation. "what in the world are you?" the man questions the air rhetorically. he cannot, for the life of him, figure out what's causing such a stir in the mood of everyone, himself included. the silver cowboy's hand is rested on his hip, the other lifted to his neck with a finger pressed to his chin. "i dunno, but yer rackin' all our brains here.." boothill remarks, hoping that whoever is watching over him will hear it.

the enigmatic memokeeper is seen with a more defined smirk recently. black swan has taken interest is this unknown deity that has spiked fear and franticness all over the universe. she rests her palm against her chin, staring up into the stars that decorate the black outside of the express's windows. "i hope you'd be willing to speak with me, demiurge." she exclaims in a calm yet excited tone.

the head of the oak family stands in his obnoxiously large office, hands pressed against the polished table as he stares down at it. there's a few scattered documents thrown astray, but they're not important right now. all sunday can think of is you. he knows you exist, he's sure of it, and he won't rest until the day comes that you visit him and grace the world with your presence.

im so happy the eagles won the super bowl and kendricks performance was goated

dividers by @/hyuneskkami

[johnwickb1tsch]

lessons in anatomy II

an art professor Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU...

II.

-It takes about three classes for you to finally relax around Professor Wick. You still feel his eyes upon you when you pose, but he does not make you feel uncomfortable. In fact…he is painfully proper with you. As he should be, of course, but sometimes, late at night when you are kept awake by your thoughts of him…you wish he would be just a tad forward. It's unseemly, what you would let that sweet man get away with. Therein lies the conundrum, you suppose. If he made a pass at you…he wouldn't be so sweet. 

-One day you are making your rounds during the break, when you happen to notice Professor Wick was drawing at his desk along with the students. You were in a reclining pose, feigning sleep. The way he drew you…you know better than to think you could possibly look so alluring in real life, but there is something in the varied weight of his lines, the soft shading. Somehow he configured the shadows of the background to suggest wings folded over your supine nude form. 

You've never really liked your body. Well…who does like themselves, truly? But modeling in the classroom, seeing your flesh turned into art, has helped you find a confidence, or at least an acceptance, you didn't have before. Wick’s rendition goes beyond all that, though. You can't let this go to your head. It’s too much. “I hope…you don't mind.”

Again, he's crept up on you without a sound, and you nearly jump out of your skin. 

Clutching your heart, you look back at him. 

“No…I…it’s beautiful.”

You don't know where you get the courage to meet his high-polished onyx gaze, but you feel something inside you implode…then melt. 

“You're beautiful, y/n.”

You have no idea that this is the first time he's drawn anyone besides his wife, since she passed. 

You stand like this in agonizing stasis, close, but not touching, for you don't know how long. You're not sure what might have happened, given enough time, but some of the students return to class, and the moment is broken. You don’t know if you're disappointed, or relieved. 

-You don't know why it's taken you this long, but you finally look up “John Wick+artist”. What you find takes your breath away. Yes, he's a skilled draughtsman. And a painter. And sometimes he combines all these things with bookbinding. 

He's incredible. 

His paintings are dark, with a touch of fantasy, evoking grisly folktales and the old masters in his play of light and shadows. He uses perspective and foreshortening to explore the human body in exciting new ways. He made his name with a series of ethereal ballet dancers in precarious situations. Later, he only painted his wife, Helen. She was a photographer, and in a snap of them with cheeks pressed together they seem impossibly happy. You see that she succumbed to a terminal illness two years ago.

The art world has not heard from John Wick since. 

You do not know this man, really, but you cry for him all the same. 

-You have no idea, how you move him. It's not just that he's seeing you naked on a regular basis, though that does not help. It's the flash of your eyes across the room, your smile and your laughter as you joke around with the students while they draw you as God made you. There is a light in you that he cannot turn away from, perhaps because he has lived in darkness for so long. He craves you– and he knows he shouldn't.  He traces your form with charcoal on paper, and he tells himself that that will have to do. 

He looks you up too. 

He finds your little miniature paintings on your social media, your digital portfolio for all to see. You make tiny eclectic diorama scenes you cook up with a 5/0 brush, sometimes you add moving parts and teeny dolls with teenier twee companions. Polly Pocket never had a pet opossum…poor girl. Your diminutive pieces hint at a longing for the enchantment of childhood lost, and maybe a cozy home that feels whole, if not strange to an outsider’s eye.

He notices you have not created anything you feel like sharing lately. He wonders if you are ok. The answer amongst the creatively inclined is usually not. But if you are not happy…you hide it well. 

He senses there is a well of strength in you that he wishes he could drown himself in. 

TBC...

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masterlist/chapter map

pinterest board/ photo credits

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

I can totally see alucard needing to constantly scare off men and maybe even some women from trying to pursue the malena siren maiden.

It wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't the only person obsessed with her in village Belmont. How do you think he would sort of show everyone that she's off limits or already taken by him? (although I doubt that would stop the other obsessed pursuer)

and in another train of thought do you think that Trevor and sypha would believe that the siren has alucard under her thrall and that their relationship isn't real and it's just her using her siren power to use him and if so would they try to "save" him from her? That would certainly be a interesting way to introduce the characters to each other 🫣😬🤣

A/N: Oooh, two very good questions!  (For all entries in this series, click here for the tag ‘yandere alucard siren reader’.)

‘The Landwalker’ has a natural hypnotic aura about her. She cannot help it, her species are designed to be alluring, whether she wishes to attract attention or not. Similarly, vampires (and dhampirs, like Alucard) are also profoundly captivating, so too to lure in their prey. 

Thus, Alucard and The Landwalker are at a standstill/equals of sorts when it comes to hypnosis— neither one can supernaturally influence the other. However, just because they are immune to each other’s influence and entrancing natures, the humans of Village Belmont are not. 

Even when The Landwalker has no intentions of charming the folks around her, many weak-willed men, and even some women, find themselves revering her. Even with the uncanny nature of her appearance and the clumsy pronunciation of her speech, The Landwalker finds herself surrounded by many admirers when she socializes amongst the people. 

Such veneration suits her just fine. Personally, she sees nothing wrong with being waited on hand and foot. After all, she is a superior species to the lowly common human. What’s wrong with allowing a select few to do her bidding? 

Alucard on the other hand, finds the concept quite maddening. 

How dare she accept the attention and affection of these other men, these simple-minded human villagers when she has him, the superior, transcendental choice?! 

Alucard puts a stop to it nearly right away. 

He starts with her- taking away various privileges and luxuries she may have grown accustomed to dwelling within the walls of his castle. The third week in a row without a saltwater soak has her finally changing her tune. 

The Landwalker does try, truly she does. But even without using her abilities of hypnosis, and constant shooing away of the men and women who leer, folks still find themselves vying/competing for her attention. 

So The Alucard decides to switch targets, instead focusing his threatening gaze and suggestive words to the human men who can’t seem to stop trailing his beloved like pathetic lost puppies. He talks to them and tells them of her more nasty, inhuman habits. He speaks casually as if blood-drinking and scale-shedding are akin to making small talk about the weather. For those who are not frightened by such details, he decides a physical display of ownership would work best. 

Alucard insists on having matching rings made for him and her. Hell, he goes even further and has a blacksmith make a special diamond encrusted choker-type necklace for his beloved. The silver metal compliments her palor complexion well, and the blood-red rubies within the elegant collar of hers are enough to give more zealous villagers pause. 

Ironically, these possessive actions on Alucard’s part are the same things that give his friends Sypha and Trevor pause. Could it be that perhaps this siren has him under her spell? Despite knowing the dhampir for only a short time, neither Sypha nor Trevor ever imagined that marriage, and ostentatious displays of affection, would ever take place in Alucard’s future. He was much too quiet, too introverted, and withdrawn for that. 

This leads to a particularly malicious confrontation between the siren and the dhampir’s friends. While decorating the nursery for Trevor’s and Sypha’s incoming child, Alucard cannot help but comment aloud how he looks forward to creating his progeny with the 'The Landwalker’ one day. Upon hearing his words, our siren friend ceases her movements and turns at him to bear her sharp teeth. 

“No bahby,” She hisses out before releasing a throaty growl. 

This spurns Sypha and Trevor to take action. 

Sypha immediately lights her hands aflame, while Trevor reaches for his whip. 

It takes their combined efforts, both Alucard and our Siren to convince his friends that neither one of them is under the other’s spell. 

Trevor is the first to realize the actual dynamic at play here, when he hears Alucard’s explanation of their relationship. 

���It’s mutually beneficial,” Alucard assures them. “Besides, it’s not like she has elsewhere to go. Why if either of you met her first on the road, I have no doubt you’d incinerate her before she could open her lips.” 

Trevor may be a monster hunter of the supernatural variety, but his lot in life has also taught him to recognize an asshole when he sees one. 

Trevor tells Sypha to stand down, signaling to her that they’ll discuss more later. 

Surprisingly, this tense encounter only makes Trevor and Sypha closer friends of The Landwalker. Sypha appreciates having someone to discuss magic with, and Trevor appreciates her shared knowledge of monsters of the oceanic world. 

More irksomely however, is where this new dynamic leaves Alucard, which is slightly more edged out compared to before. It only works to cement in his mind his need to continue to show ownership over the siren, lest she, or anyone else for that matter, start to get other ideas. 

A/N 2.0: My apologies for the delays in posting recently. I’ve just been so exhausted from work/life/bs that I’ve had no energy to write, even on the days I’ve managed to find time. It’s been frustrating staying away from what makes me happy for so long. :/ Unfortunately, us adults gotta be adulting sometimes. 

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[wicked-disposition]

That’s what friends are for ; Kim Hongjoong

tw: manipulation, exhibitionism, humiliation, gun play, cnc.

Please note that kinks and limits in this have been discussed beforehand and that what happens in this story is between consenting parties that are playing their roles.

p.s. you can imagine whoever you want as hongjoong’s best friend.

“you would do anything for me, wouldn’t you, princess?” Hongjoong asked.

big puppy eyes sparkled at the idea of being useful, you nod eagerly, whispering “yes, master.”

“you see, daddy has a friend that’s been quite sad lately, sweetheart — and i’m pretty sure you’d be able to cheer him up.”

too naive to notice the perverted grin on his face, you pout, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, agreeing to help with no hesitation.

“that’s my good little girl.” he says, and you almost melt on his lap, too much of a whore for praise to even care to ask what you’d have to do.

once the guest arrives, you’re done organizing your room, adorably displaying your plushies, planning on introducing them all to the man that did nothing but eat you up with his eyes — but you wouldn’t notice that, right?

you’re too much of a dumb girl to notice when he presses your tits a bit too hard as you hug him, too much of a dumb girl to notice how he rubbed his cock against your hips. so you were obviously startled when hongjoong grabbed your arms, cuffing your hands and placing you on his best friend’s lap.

the confused look in your eyes when he orders you to ride his thigh is way too amusing, repeatedly denying to comply. but stubbornness is only tolerable for so long, you leave him no other option than pointing the loaded gun to your head.

your hips slowly started to move, crying as he ripped your shirt, harshly groping your tits and biting your neck.

you felt like the most disgusting whore with the hands of some stranger all over your body, some other man’s lips grazing on your soft skin.

but you only kept going until he unzipped his pants.

“Daddy are you sure this will help him feel better?” you ask nervously.

But hongjoong isn’t the one who answers.

“don’t make me pull the trigger, cutie, get to moving those slutty little hips.” The man who’s lap you were in threatened, placing the cold metal against your head, and as you’re about sink in on his cock, hongjoong tugs on your hair, making you look him in the eyes as he gives a little slap to your face.

“you’re such a fucking whore.” he says.

You go to open your mouth to tell him you’re doing it all for him, your daddy asked you to make his friend feel better and you always do what your daddy tells you but instead you cry out as you start feel the man below you slowly push inside your hole.

“Shush now baby, you don’t have to say anything I should have known you would have resorted to using your pussy.” Hongjoong hushes softly.

you can’t help but whine at his demeaning tone as you begin to bounce up and down on this strangers cock.

Maybe you truly were a whore.

You feel the man give a slap your ass as you continue to work your way up and down on his rod. You can feel the piercing gaze of hongjoong staring into the side of your head as you move and it makes you clench down hard on the cock inside of you.

You feel the man start to shift the gun from your head to slowly dragging it down your body till it stops at your core. You shudder in pleasure as the man starts to run the front of the gun against your aching clit in slow motions as your bouncing comes to a stop and turns into slow grinding to match his pace.

“look at you,” Hongjoong spits. “his cock wasn’t enough for you? now you need his pistol?”

you let out a low whimper.

“I think she wants me to put it in she’s fucking clenching around me like crazy,” you hear the man chuckle darkly.

“ If she’s begging for it then give the poor slut what she wants,” Hongjoong commands.

you feel yourself freeze as you feel the barrel of the gun start to push in beside the cock that’s already made home with your hole.

“Daddy, please”. you gasp out.

“you heard her, give her more,” is the only thing hongjoong replies back with.

you moan in pleasure as both the barrel of the gun and the man’s cock start to push in and out inside of you. The squelch from your pussy is loud in the room and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the sound.

“Fucking greedy pussy,” you hear the man say voice tight with pleasure.

Hongjoong makes his way over and fists his hands in your hair to pull you back to face him.

“At least you’re doing one thing right, You’re making him feel better already.” he says mockingly.

your eyes fill with tears as he pulls you into a hungry kiss that you can’t help but to respond back too just as hungrily.

As hongjoong keeps your mouth busy the man starts to speed up his thrusts as well as the gun. you groan into hongjoong’s mouth at the feeling.

“Fuck joong, I’m gonna cum,” the man says with his eyes shut tight and head thrown back in pleasure.

Hongjoong let’s go of your hair in a flash and yells at the man to pull out.

Before you know it you’re being tossed on the couch and left on the brink of orgasm. You whimper in despair and you hear hongjoong soothing you softly as the barrel of the gun makes it way back to your entrance.

You toss your head in response, legs shaking in as hongjoong continues the rhythm of thrusting the gun in and out of your wet cunt building back up your lost pleasure of needing to cum.

Hongjoong leans over to whisper in your ear, “Cum for me darling, be a good little slut and let go for daddy.”

you let out a shrill cry as you find yourself cumming clenching down on the gun inside you as hongjoong brushes away the strands of your hair away from your face.

“Did such a good job for daddy, you made my friend feel so much better darling, I’ll make sure to invite him over again if he ever needs to use your pussy for comfort.”

your lids close shut as you let his praises wash over you.

[1-800-local-slut]

Girl I would kill for more stilesx black reader smut!!

Thinking about...

Stiles, who gets horny when he's stressed. He's tired and thinking about practice tomorrow and considering skipping school but he knows he has too many absences and is one week away from repeating junior year. It's 2:30 in the morning, he just crawled through his bedroom window and flopped onto bed when he remembered the homework that was worth 60 points of his grade.

So, he drinks some coffee and prepares for an all nighter. He's studying, scrolling through pages of his online textbook, and all the pressure is mounting on his shoulders. Even Stiles has a breaking point for math.

During a spontaneous break, Stiles takes a scroll through Instagram. One thing leads to another, and he's clicking through your story, then through your highlights. His fingers automatically go to the highlight he's spent a gross amount of time looking at, your summer highlight

He's getting hard, staring at your tits in the swimsuit he helped you pick out at the mall, and imagining what it would look like slipping you out of that swimsuit top. Or maybe keeping it on.

One more thing leads to another and now his hand is down his pants. Oops!

He's now a red, pathetic mess. He's rubbing his thumb over the tip and sending shivers through his entire body, his eyes hyper focused on the image he has saved on his computer of you two posing where just enough of your cleavage was visible and he could see a bit more of one of your boobs than the other. The outline of your hips, and he's imagining what in between your thighs look like. Ultimately it would be as beautiful as the rest of you but still!

He promised himself he wouldn't do this again. How gross could he get? Jerking off, literally humping his hand from overstimulation while zooming in on the part of Scott's story where you were laying down on your stomach in the back, and Stile's had a dream like view of your perfect ass covered by your tights. He promised himself yesterday that he would stop jerking off to one of his best friends, but he truly couldn't help it!

He's stressed like all the time, and for some reason his brain always turns stress into the urge to hump something. His mattress in his sleep, his hand, you. Oh god, the urge to rub up on you was strong

Whenever he sees you, applying lip liner and gloss to your thick lips, whenever he sees you reclining in the sun with light sparling off your dark skin, when he gets a full view of the perfect roundness of your ass, when he noticed your shorts slide over once during a group sleep over and he saw a bit of your plain underwear, when you randomly put him in a bonnet and he's engulfed by your scent for just a moment.

It isn't his fault! Ever since he had a dream about you dry humping him, Stiles's hasn't been able to really think straight. And with the regular stress of his life, it was only getting worse.

Right now, he's struggling to keep his voice down. Eyes rolling to the back of his skull and legs shaking as he stood up to try to avoid cumming on the bottom of his desk like some sort of pervert and ended up cumming on his own stomach. The second the warm liquid touched him, so did his shame.

Oh yeah, you can't focus on your homework, but you can touch yourself while you think of your friend dry humping you while she wears a cheetah print strapless mini dress? Good job man. Real good job.

Well, at least he could focus now.

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Here you go! I feel like Stiles would be a gooner sometimes. Like not typically but sometimes he goes a little crazy and is the type to rub himself sore. We know he's very imaginative, so I can imagine him having a really good sex dream and going insane over it. Now I'm tempted to write more about gooner Stiles who feels guilty for being a gooner </3

[scaramionee]

A long rant about something that's been eating my mind from the inside out so here we go (TW: Might be Controversial)-

Sometimes, I'm just very normal about James Potter and Lily Evans but then I'm not. So growing up, I watched the hp movies first so I never quite had any interest in their relationship, they just seemed like a tragic straight relationship to me so I never bothered with it. But then I read the books and I went immediately like this- "No wonder James Potter worshipped Lily Evans, I would too." Like, this woman is the legit reason why the whole harry potter thing started, and to see the fact that most of the time she's just blatantly ignored or being stripped out of her original identity to be a strong independent lesbian (I don't have any problem with her sexuality, people can imagine her with whomever they like but it kind of ridicules Lily's motherhood in some way) who absolutely either hates James Potter or Insults him for fun just bcz he has a crush on her or being a side chick for James's steamy cheating romance flings hurts me more than I think it should.

I get it, the marauders fandom wholly embraces the fanon so dearly to them like a warm blanket because of many obvious reasons, but sometimes I think we just totally miss the point of this whole franchise. It's obvious that jkr sucks at writing romances which is why most people don't get the spark of canon ships like romione, hinny and remadora but completely missing the point about Lily being a mother figure in Harry's life and as a lover figure in James's life truly pisses me off a lot. Even though everybody is allowed to dislike certain ships because not everybody has the same taste, but I think we miss the fact that Lily was always more than just a mother and a wife in a way that molded her into what she wanted to be.

The reason why I'm completely enamored by Jily is not because it's just a canon ship which literally started Harry Potter, but because the way Lily Evans just had an effect on everyone who crossed their paths with her. Professor Slughorn himself was so besotted with her, Professor Minerva McGonagall teared up at the news of her departing because who wouldn't like her? She's so brave, so full of joy and laughter that she always forgot her own pain in favor of sucking the pain out of another. James was indeed quite taken aback by her beauty and charm, but I'd like to think it developed into something more after seeing the way she treated her close individuals. Lily was the younger sibling, and because she was a witch, she constantly faced harsh behaviors from her elder sister for being a "freak" according to her sister's standards. She may have had an inferiority complex, and she also hanged out a lot with snape, despite facing discriminations in Hogwarts for being friends with a half-blood poor Slytherin. She was willing to change snape, always defending him left and right but it never worked out in the end. Which left her feeling very defeated, she gave up because she felt like she was not worth it, maybe those bullies were right and she really was just a mudblood. And James, developing a crush on her while continuously harassing snape didn't help either. But if we analyze James's character, knowing that he literally took in Sirius just so that he could escape his abusive family, he knew that Lily was downrightly getting used and snape was taking advantage of her kindness and her stubbornness, he knew it because Sirius was in Lily's place once too, always constantly reminded of how they were never enough, so he wanted to save her ( in his own pathetic loser way ofc ) I think there are many hints of Lily noticing James quite a lot because if you really claimed to hate your enemy then why were you so bloody obsessed with the way how their hair looked like after playing quidditch hmmm 🤨🤨

But not just that, let's also talk about how she literally single handedly MADE THE JAMES POTTER, the absolute arrogant toe-rag quit bullying and hexing people for fun, knowing that he's been like this for the most of his life, but he decided to change for her just like a snap of a finger! Not only that, but she also quickly befriended Sirius in a way that he literally turned out to be her future son's Godfather and the secret keeper. The absolute hold she had on the marauders really needs to be studied!

The love James and Lily had for each other was an act of rebellion in it's own way, because back in that time, muggleborns were seen as scums of the earth and inferior to the wizarding society. But James literally went against every single pureblood tradition just to be with someone he loves and believes with his whole heart. That was always the main point. The reason why both of them were so cherished. He literally went up against Voldemort without a wand not just because of his son, but also for Lily, who he absolutely trusts with his whole life, the only person worth loosing the pureblood title for, the only person worth taking the risk of taking the Avada curse to his heart, he just loved her so beautifully, just like the way she always deserved. And Lily, oh lily, always saw the good in everyone, but saw the best in James, decided to sacrifice her life for their one and only son out of pure love and devotion. And the sacrificial love was so strong that the strongest dark wizard of all time succumbed to his own curse and it tore apart a piece of his soul in revenge of separating the two soulmates whom were always destined to find each other and get woven together in every single timeline. It changed the tide of the entire war. She ended it single handedly.

Yes, she was depicted as a girl who was just a close friend of snape, as a sister who's facing discriminations from her own elder sister's profound jealousy, as a lover and wife of James Potter, as a mother of Harry Potter- the boy who lived. But I think there's so much beauty in every single role she was depicted in. It gives us a glimpse of how much impact she had on everybody around her, how much she meant dear to everybody who cared for her, of how much diverse and forgiving person she was, of the way she was always a reassuring shadow around harry even though she was no longer present in the mortal world. No, motherhood doesn't make her one dimensional or boring, it only enhances her ability of loving people the way they deserve. It makes her so complex, but so powerful at the same time. She was a proud mother, and a lover, a friend, and a woman.

Lily Evans, what an absolute Goddess you were. And you'll always be. No other fictional character ever had a hold so strong on me the way she has.

[lostintransist]

Hell's Spawn | Back Again?

Part 1 | AO3

Stretching side to side all your focus is on the pull on your neck muscles. When the bell dings, signaling entry you ignore the trained urge to open your eyes. Blended scents of cigarettes and deadly choices told you who had come back for a visit. If anyone had the ability to exist in a changeless state it would be these men. They looked nearly the same as when you had seen them last, imposing and wearing nearly the same damn outfits.

You didn’t glare when you opened your eyes, but it was a near thing. Layers kept you safe from the demons your mother seeded your mind with from crawling from your pool of self-hate. Easier to ignore the glances at your chest when you wore a band tee that begged to be looked at. The one who hadn’t spoken to you last time stepped forward. The sense you got is that you had been a topic of discussion, and this would be another test.

‘Welcome in, what can I get you?”

The one who stepped forward, fuck you really needed to figure out what to call each of them to keep them clear in your head. Maybe you would text your boss. She had met them before or at least one of her boyfriends would be able to help you match masks to names.

“Four large hot coffees, please.” He tacked on the last word as if only remembering polite interactions required it.

“Milk and sugar for the table again?” You ask as you tap away at the screen.

He had an accent from east of here. A long way east. How far can one go east before you start calling it west? You snort lightly as you think of the answer, it only becomes west if you run into a colonizer.

“Also reserved the conference room again?” you finish up the transaction on your end and flip the screen to them to confirm if they want to pay a tip.

The tallest one, with blue eyes and a loud voice, tapped his card without discussion. Once the payment cleared you pulled the key from a small drawer below the counter.

“You remember where it is?”

“Ja, we know where it is.” Cocky. That is what you refer to this one as. The tallest one that acted like his stature could win him the world.

The shortest one, whose startling blue eyes haunted your nightmares some nights, took the key from you. He took care not to let even the stitching of his glove touch your hand. Turning from the counter you ignore their gazes scorching across your shoulders. When you had the four cups filled and the bowl and carafe ready you set them all in a line on the counter. Large hands with oval, well-trimmed nails grab the coffees two per hand and then he catches your gaze.

“Sorry about them. They are all uncouth and require a sharp bite to make them back off. Though,” he looked down at you, his brown eyes so dark you nearly couldn’t tell them from his pupils with his irises, “They might need more of a muzzle pointed their direction to truly get the message.”

You weren’t what anyone would call pretty. With your gaze too sharp and your disdain for stupidity leaking from every pore, you were eye-catching.

It was the fucking tits. It had to be. Between the fat sacks that caused a constant ache in your back and your bitch face, because let’s be real it didn’t only come out when you were resting, men were always in your space. Your friends often said you needed to fix your face; sometimes it came in handy in running off fuckers that didn’t get a hint the first time.

Your hair could be the only thing called beautiful about you without the addition of fancy clothes or a hefty slathering of makeup.

“Good for everyone I have a partner then huh?” You arched a brow in his direction. Sugar and milk in hand you step from behind the counter.

“It wouldn’t stop them from trying. I’m Horangi.”

“Tell me their names? Let’s start tallest to shortest.”

“Tallest? König. Then me, followed by Nikto and finally Kreuger.”

You start up the stairs to the conference room.

“Got it, König is the cocky one, Nikto is the creepy one, Krueger can’t keep his hands to himself. What about you?” You glance at him over your shoulder as you top the stairs to the conference room.

“Me? My kink is I like women to be nice to me.” The seriousness on his face has you falling into laughter.

When the door to the conference room pops open, Krueger again with not a lick of skin visible, holds it open for you. Setting down the extras for the coffee you fight back the laughter, wiping away the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. König sat next to Nikto, the large space between their chairs eaten up with their impressive, combined manspreading.

You pat Horangi on the shoulder, still chuckling.

“Good luck with that one man. Could never be me.”

Tension flooded the room, a crowd watching a wick burn down on dynamite while they stood inside the blast zone.

“Well, Horangi,” you pat his shoulder again before returning your hand to your side. “And everyone else I suppose,” you let disdain drip from your teeth as you speak, “reminder we are closing at one tonight instead of two. I’ll come and kick you out if you aren’t gone already at 12:45. If you need something, please hesitate.”

Leaving the room, you click the door shut behind you. Three sharp voices explode beyond the door. You can’t help but grin as you bounce down the stairs.

They kept coming back; three of them were met with glares that must fuel fantasies and Horangi with a smirk—no real schedule and never in the daylight. You start referring to them to your friends as “the vampires”. König and Krueger always tried to talk to you, getting rebuffed with stares or a sharp smile and a customer service stare. Nikto watches. Horangi makes you laugh and then gets yelled at when you leave them to their business. The interactions work until they change it up on you.

Hell Masterlist | Masterlist

@demothers-empty-blog

[artisiumstudios]

hi welcome to winnie is an absolute whore for mtf Stanley Pines and I have some headcanons:

(they are mostly angst lol)

When she arrived at Ford's house she had to convince him she wasnt the shapeshifter or a creature. It took a lot of talking and a LOT of confessions. She wasn't too sure whether or not he was paying attention.

As much as she wants to start hormone treatment, she never truly does due t having to pretend to be Ford. She's already stealing his identity and she knows how Ford has been treated for his hands, she can't make him be more of a "freak". While she has come to terms with this, she still feels sadden for what could have been.

After the portal accident she cut her hair out of frustration (and because maybe if she could see ford in the mirror every once in a while then maybe feeling more alienated from who she is was okay). She 100 percent didn't have a panic attack right afterwards.

After giving out tours she would head to the bathroom and pull out a small bag of makeup from a secret compartment. She would put some on just to feel a bit more like herself and would keep it on while she worked on the portal early into the morning the next day. She was always hesitant about having to wipe anything off.

She has two voices, her Ford voice and her own voice. She likes to talk to herself in front of the mirror pretending to be Ford and being able to have two VERY different voices helped her keep her illusion.

thanks to having a bit of body fat, she feels like she can give the illusion of having bigger breasts and while uncomfortable, she does like to wear bras. But when the twins come around, she opts to wearing a tshirt and her boxers.

After Ford comes back she still doesnt tell the twins shes trans. (she knows they wont be disgusted, but the idea creeps in his mind. Hes already lied one too many times, what if this is the final nail on the coffin?)

Ford doesn't remember her confession to being trans.

The night Ford comes back, right after their conversation she locks herself in the bathroom and stares in the mirror for a long time, she reaches for her makeup bag and puts some on, its the first time that summer shes put some on. She smiles feeling a bit like herself. "I look ridiculous" she says before breaking down in silent tears. Ford overhears her and doesn't say anything.

During the DD& more D episode, stan accidently says Mama instead of papa, at the moment nobody questions it (stressful situation they got more worrisome issues to think about) but afterwards the kids question her about it. She mumbles something about mishearing her and what not, but the shaking in her hands says other wise.

When her and Ford are exchanging their clothing, Ford finally remembers, guilt choking him as he finally sees his sister and the sacrifices shes been through and the sacrifice that shes about to undergo.

One of the first thing Ford says to Lee is Youre my sister and my hero.

It takes a bit longer to recover her memory with it being warped between the pictures portraying her as a man and her true inner self being a women.

(A happy one) what finally helped jog her memory were pictures Mabel took with her with make up. Mabel would often ask Stan if she could do her makeup, and while she would always grumble, secretly she enjoyed it having an excuse to present more feminine.

Immediately after the shack was rebuilt, Mabel and Stanley had a girls shopping day and for the first time in 30 years, Lee finally was able to pick out along red dress and some golden hooped earrings.

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

To make matters more complicated, they don't come back at the same time.

Jason's the first one to make it, right before he starts his red hood arc (dystopic future could be anything but let's go with global war). Instead of going through with his original plan, he fucks off out of Gotham, gets into an accelerated high school course, then goes to college. He's still planning to make his way back to Crime Alley eventually and help his community but he doesn't think he'll do so as a crime lord this time. He does not tell his family he's back.

Steph is the second one to make it back, right after Leslie fakes her death (let's say alien invasion for her works out). She finds a way to contact Tim almost immediately but doesn't tell the rest of the family she's back. Instead, she takes over the Red Hood arc (with less death and more chaos) and extends her protection to the Narrows. She teams up with Tim and drives the rest of the bats crazy while also trying to lure Jason out from wherever he's hiding (maybe he's truly dead in this universe?).

Dick is third. He makes it back after Bruce gets lost in the timeline, except in his future Bruce was actually dead and Tim drove himself insane and died on his quest to find proof to bring him back (so maybe Bruce was still lost in the timeline and Dick just never got to find out because Tim died before he could prove it). So he's just constantly flashbacking to everything that went wrong on his version while trying to go out as Batman and preventing Steph(?) from taking the cowl (Jason's still at college but did acknowledge his existence to the other two chaos gremlins if only to let them know his plan for Hood would have been way more effective (it wouldn't have) and make sure they don't end up dying too. They're his siblings after all).

Tim is next (end of the world scenario?). He comes back shortly after Dick, right on time for his conversation with Dick about Bruce being alive, with similar results as the original one but the bonus of a deeply scarred Dick listening with a haunted expression while Tim insists he already has proof but would have to go fetch it real quick (Dick stops him). Eventually, Tim manages to sneak away from Dick's overprotective streak (Damian requires a lot of attention and Dick can't be everywhere at once, no matter how much he might want to) and goes back to his cloning lab. In there he starts designing the device he'll need to bring Bruce back, well aware that he has limited time until Dick decides to come looking (or send the JL) and therefore doesn't have the time to go looking for proof instead of just doing it.

Then there's Cass (villains win?). She comes back right before Dick calls her back to Gotham so she can help him take care of the city instead of trying to do it all by himself (which was what he did the last time and it didn't end well). She gets there just in time to join Batman!Dick, Robin!Damian, and Red Hood!Steph in patrol while Duke sleeps somewhere in the manor.

Damian is sixth. He comes back exactly 17 days after Tim left. In his future, every batkid had the chance to be Batman and died while wearing the mantle, including Bruce himself. Tim was the last one to wear it and sacrificed himself to save Damian. By that time, being the last ones still alive in the batfam, their bond was incredibly strong. Naturally, this translates into Damian immediately losing his shit at not finding Timothy and demanding to go find him in that instant. He also happens to have gotten all of Tim's skill with computers (he pretends he learned it in the league) and knows very well how his brother thinks. Dick agrees reluctantly (you have to understand, up until that moment Damian was very much still saying he wanted to kill Tim). They get there just in time for Tim to have finished his device and, with all the dramatic flair everyone in the batfam possesses, he goes "just in time" and brings Bruce back with a click of a button and a smug grin. Which means...

Bruce gets rescued from the time stream by Tim and immediately goes to hug the kids he thought he'd never see again. You see, from Bruce perspective, he's been trapped for two weeks, captured with the rest of his family by the villain of the (future) week. They decided it was a great idea to torture him by killing everyone in his family in front of him one at a time. They had just killed the last one when Bruce finally managed to get free and went on a rampage, not caring if he made it out alive anymore (there were too many, he didn't, although he did a lot of damage on his way out). Now that he has his family back he does not care much about the world or anything aside from making sure everyone he loves is safe and sound, starting with the three kids in front of him but not finishing until he can gather them all back in the manor where he can keep them safe and happy.

Time travel fix-it AU where everyone in the batfam came back from a dystopic future where the rest of the family died in some way so now they're back to try and fix it. Thing is each of them lived through different versions of the timeline and none of their catastrophes match. It would be really easy to figure out but they've decided to pretend nothing happened and act as if they're not from the future. They would also have noticed everyone else acting weird if they weren't so focused on hiding their own weirdness and dismissing the changes as "they must have been like that before and I don't remember".

It all ends with the Spider-Men pointing meme and the realization that they no longer know what's going to happen because they've changed it all without communicating so they don't know what the others did or if it undoes what they tried to prevent?

Now imagine if one of them wasn't from the future and was just watching it all develop in a 😐.

[knifetomeatu]

THATS why he's the way he is!!!😭 she ISNT crazy!!!

[creative-robot]

I know The Founders Cut, generally, is the edited scrubbed over version of genloss from Showfall in-universe (as well as a not-8-hour-long-three-stream-binge-night whenever we want to watch it again) but something that struck me as odd and I haven’t seen anyone mention yet, is this warning

It shows up right at the junction where the third act starts, where it appears the Hero is breaking free of Showfall thanks to Hetch. But here’s the thing, while a LOT less than the previous acts the audience still played a significant role in this act, even when really only given two audience interaction choices. Which makes me wonder, how real is this warning, and who is it for? Obviously the audience involved knows what happens past this point, but the audience is also implied to be an integral part of the Social Experiments, which is part of why things start to tweak out when the Founder removes them in the Founder Cut as the Generation Loss generation loses.

My first thought, was that obviously this is another bait and switch, a way to draw the audiences attention, seeing something that’s secret, something that’s not “meant for them”, which is a tactic I could see Showfall using in universe to keep people’s attention and add an air of mystery to their shows.

But

Showfall is doing all their experiments and these shows with a LOT of help from their censors to show it off, displaying a fun silly show that is definitely not uber fucked up and that is 100% just slime don’t worry about it, it’s kid friendly if it’s green! And I don’t think they’d want to bet all their cards on this one experiment doing well enough to their audience to not question the sudden shift in tone that follows this warning. Which makes me wonder.

They did their test, they did their experiment, and the evidence of this last act? I think it was a one time run, they don’t want anyone seeing this, it isn’t for the audience. Act three is specifically to both test and play with their Hero, Hetch’s new lines add a level to this, never once does he call the Hero by their name, just refers to Ranboo as their Role, and he’s not exactly. Nice? About literally any of Ranboos concerns, which wouldn’t really seem conductive to making an audience trust him, especially with his monologue at the end. Ranboo has escaped before, possibly right before act 1 started, they tightened the security on his mask to be unremovably part of them, Hetch doesn’t like the Hero but they’re a fan favorite so he can’t just get rid of them.

Act three is the cumulation of Ranboo being punished for things they don’t remember, for daring to break free from Showfalls control, this is Hetch taking the Hero and essentially majorly fucking and manipulating them to take his frustration out on a fan favorite they can’t otherwise get rid of or give a smaller role like Slimecicle. which is exemplified by the fact that we now know Charlie most likely was never able to actually able to fully snap out of the control, that even in act three in panic and confusion there was at least still a part of him being influenced by Showfall.

So the first two acts are the usual show, they have their posters, they have Squiggles to introduce them, they have goofs and silliness and only a couple slip ups that’re quickly dealt with, the usual rose tinted curtains. Act three?

Do not watch the following material

[cerealbishh]

"You're pretty new at this whole relationship thing, huh?"

"... Yeah."

[everseens]

ellie truly couldn't understand why girls weren't practically fawning over him, and she wanted to get down to the bottom of why. hell, if she stumbled across him on a dating app she would probably swipe right. hearing his explanation, she scoffed quietly. "you should feel like you can be yourself regardless, though! you know, you are your worst critique after all. you're probably not as weird as you say you are, and if people can't handle that then they're not right for you anyway." she couldn't help but slightly blush as he got closer to her to compliment her, not realizing he even thought that about her in the first place. "you think so?" she responded with a soft smile, simply flattered. "well-- if you think i'm cool then why don't we go on, like... a mock date? i can maybe give you some tips and tricks?"

of course she would be familiar. aster found ellie to be one of the more advanced girls out there in the sense that she could probably pull whoever she wanted. a girl considered to be the whole package, which begs the question as to why she's sitting here with him right now. it's not like his sister is busy by any means. "y-yeah they are! or, okay." he shifts in his spot, turning his body towards her on the couch with legs tucked under him. "i think it's more about how i usually act whenever i... interact with people. i don't know how to be normal and if i'm enjoying myself, i tend to be a lot weirder. like, a lot a lot." mouth falls agape and he just about lurches forward to get on all fours, his face much closer to hers now as if to make a point. "are you kidding me?! you're the coolest girl i know! i mean, that might not be saying much coming from me but... just... just know that you are."

[cuteniarose]

Me: *creates an OC*

Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*

OC: *meets bad fate*

Me:

(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now I’m losing my mind)

[mysteryampharos]

read your tags on my post and honestly i agree. i think gaia and west would get along so well because i can see her deciding to show off her capabilities to the guy by doing something like "hey wanna watch me Earth Power the hell out of a monster house" and he enthusiastically raises his head up and down and gaia gets to it by doing Just That. it'd be like a new years eve firework show to west i think. and i can definitely see erida and compass being friends who hang out and id imagine it would be super awkward because shes like 8ft tall meaning that she has to look down at him for the whole outing and fearing she might end up being too disrespectful... also i think if they both got casual enough for talks i can see her just casually talking about the most horrid experience she went through and when she looks at him for a response he's like "girl what in the HELL did you just say??". ALSO YEAH I DONT THINK THE TWO WOULD LIKE MYSTERIOSITY ROTOM AT FIRST.. ERIDA MIGHT STEEL HER EMOTIONS WHEN THE THING STARTS GETTING ON HER NERVES (and even glare at it and insert the Fear Of Arceus into it if ever brings up darkrai at any context) BUT GAIA WOULD BE FIGHTING EVERY ATOM IN HER BODY AND MIND AS TO NOT PSYCHIC THAT THING TO OBLIVION.

Erida and compass in particular is funny because so far the only bad thing to happen to him is quite literally The Plot. erida meanwhile was already doomed JUST from the moment she started existing it's crazy

Compass: so what was your father like

Erida: oh he tried to kill me. Twice

Compass:ʲᵉˢᵘˢ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗ well, w—what was your journey like?

Erida: me and my wife collected the time gears to save the world from being frozen in time

Compass: oh thats not that b—

Erida: and i ceased to exist for a bit

Compass: dude

Erida: [the entire fucking postgame plot with Darkrai]

Compass: DUDE