#men can be fruity shaped

[xxsabitoxx]

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Warnings: All characters are 18+, this post is explicit smut. As if you couldn’t tell that from the title

A/N: Funny story, I forgot I already wrote this same concept last year… but since I didn’t realize until I finished writing this… imma post it anyways. But if you’d like to see my original thoughts on this topic, you can see them here with an additional 2 characters lol

Gojo Satoru

He is relentless, especially when he’s in the mood to go down on you. These little moods of his will have him between your legs for hours, multiple times a day. You always like to joke that he knows when you’re ovulating because somehow these little moods seem to fall in sync. If Satoru goes more than three days without you, it’s like he’s going through withdrawals. He’s skilled with his tongue, he’s able to move it in ways and speeds you didn’t know a man could. Typically he’s a tease, he’ll edge you until you have an orgasm so pathetic you can’t even call it one. Ya know, the kinds where you come and don’t feel that satisfaction, just the pulsating ache of needing more. But recently, Satoru discovered how much more fun it is to overstimulate you. He loves the way your finger’s bury in his hair and try to tug him off as he sucks on your clit until you’re sobbing and begging him to ease up. He’ll keep your thighs spread wide, large hands effortlessly keeping them in place while they desperately try and close. He’s also the type to see those “pineapple make’s your cum sweet” articles and come home with enough pineapples to feed a village. He’s not even embarrassed about his reasoning, even if it’s just a myth, his sweet tooth can’t pass up the opportunity. Satoru loves your natural taste, but you surprised him with edible lubes in various fruity and sweet flavors one night… you still recall seeing the sun rise. 

Geto Suguru

He’s a god at eating pussy and you can’t convince me otherwise. Suguru has always been about your pleasure over his, not to say he doesn’t have his selfish moments, but your pleasure is just so much fun to him. He loves the noise, the facial expressions, the smell, the taste. The first time he went down on you, you were convinced he was lying about it being his first time. The ability just came naturally to Suguru. Like Satoru, Suguru loves to tease you. He’ll focus all of his attention on your dripping entrance, only stimulating your clit if his nose bumps it. He loves the way you squirm, his nails leaving crescent shaped nail marks in the plump flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. He loves your breathless gasps, his long hair tickling your thighs as he eats you out, only adding to the stimulation that’s making your toes curl. Suguru loves to make you beg, pulling his mouth away from your cunt to just barely flick his tongue over your clit. He’ll stop all together just to taunt you until you’re sobbing, begging him to do something. He has a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, most of the content being videos of him eating you out, some he even made you take just so he could see the camera shake with your effort to keep it straight and hear your noises better. He puts on a show for you, slurping and sucking and moaning just to feel your thighs tremble as you moan with him. 

Nanami Kento

Eating you out is a stress reliever for Nanami… so it happens like very fucking day. Lord help me this man will spend hours edging you, cheek pressed into your thigh as he lazily licks and nips at your cunt. He can’t think about anything but you when he is between our legs, moaning and whining his name like a beautiful lullaby. He’ll let you cum eventually, but for the time being you are completely at his mercy. Nanami is the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, especially on nights where he comes home late and you’re already passed out in bed. He’ll make out with your cunt honestly, licking and sucking and nipping at your folds until he can’t tell if you’re wet from his saliva or your own arousal. The answer is both. He doesn’t care for any of the fancy shit, so don’t bother with flavored lubes or eating particular fruits to try and alter your taste, he just wants you and you alone. I feel like this man has a scent kink so the smell of your arousal honestly gets him going even more. He prefers eating you out in bed, mostly because he’s tired and nothing feels better to him than laying on his plush mattress while using your thighs as his pillow. He’s a whore for face sitting by the way, even less of his energy needs to be put into  that, especially when you’re grinding your cunt against his tongue. Nanami’s other favorite thing to do is use his tie to bind your wrists, that way you really can’t interrupt him.

Fushiguro Toji

I had to restart Toji’s so many times because I got too aggressive. Listen, this bummy ass bitch will eat you out till the sunrises and he will make a fucking mess of you while he does it. Toji will eat you out and finger fuck you until you’re screaming. He’ll give you a “break” by stuffing you full with his dick and then get back to work eating you out again after he blew his load in you. Filthy bitch. He’ll eat you out anytime, anywhere, any position. He’ll never turn down the opportunity and depending on your relationship with him, this bitch may even charge you for his services. Which is just another way he likes to tease you, watching you whine and squirm while you cough up the money he wants. He’ll call you pathetic as he gets on his knees and basically rips your underwear off of you, commenting the whole time about how much of a whore you are… like he ain’t selling his body to you rn. This man will somehow make you feel inferior, but you can’t be bothered when his tongue is lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Toji will make sure your thighs and your cunt are swollen, bruised, overstimulated, and sore by the time he’s done with you. Your cunt is puffy from his sucking and biting, thighs littered in dark marks and teeth indents. He'd go as far as to find a marker and write “cum dumpster” on you if he was really in the mood to see you sob.

Ryomen Sukuna

Listen, you thought Toji could be mean? Sukuna is ten times worse. The thing is, the king of curses actually likes to eat pussy but he won’t admit it. But that is not to say he can’t live without it, Sukuna is selfish and really only prefers things that pleasure him in the process. But, when you’re sobbing, pathetically begging him to go down on you, he may just crack. Especially if you’re looking at him with watery eyes, swollen lips from sucking him off, your neck littered with bite marks and bruises. Oh, and, if you’ve made him cum, he’s more likely to agree and indulge you. If you manage to convince the king of curses to go down on you, don’t expect him to be easy on you. His nails are digging into the flesh of your thighs, blood dripping slowly as he eats you out with so much force it’s borderline painful. He’s using his tongue and his teeth, nipping at your folds and even grazing your clit with them until he can tell your sobs are a breathless mix of pleasure and pain. If we’re talking true form Sukuna, I promise you he won’t stop until you’ve blacked out. He’ll use one set of arms to hold your waist while the other set keeps your thighs spread. He’s forcefully dragging your cunt over the long tongue that protrudes from his stomach, occasionally stopping just to hold you still as he spreads you open and stuffs you with the same tongue, watching you yelp and moan as he toys with you. 

Okkotsu Yuta

If you look up the definition of “pussy drunk” you’ll see a picture of Yuta. This man cannot go down on you without becoming delirious. Your body puts him in a trance, he can’t even explain the way you make him feel. Yuta is all about body worship and his favorite way to go about it is having his face shoved between your legs for hours. He’s just as vocal as you are while he eats you out, groaning and whining against your cunt until the vibrations are making your eyes roll back as you cum again. He’ll be kneading your thighs as he eats, squeezing them like stress balls and hitting nerves that send sparks of electricity all the way to your toes and all the way up to the base of your neck. Without even trying, Yuta will manage to overstimulate you until you’re unironically going cross-eyed, fingers twitching as they bury in his hair and try to pull him off so you can catch your breath. Yuta is still a bit shy when it comes to being intimate outside of the privacy of your home. But that doesn’t mean he won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom and eat you out against the bathroom stall. In this sense, he’s almost cocky when someone unknowingly enters the bathroom only to see two sets of feet in one of the stalls. Not to mention the noises are echoing. Yuta lives to see your eyes going wide from embarrassment as he doesn’t stop, your noises are uncontrollable as he tongue fucks you. The poor bastard who entered the bathroom with the intention of properly using it just muttered under their breath and walked out.

Itadori Yuji

Yuji is eager, so, so damn eager. He wants to do anything and everything that brings you pleasure so when it comes to eating you out, he’s determined to be great at it. Yuji is the type to ask you for “practice” or “lessons” which is just his way of indirectly asking if he can eat you out. Most of the time, it’s an offer you can’t refuse, because as fate would have it, Yuji isn’t bad at anything. He’s so praise focused, eyes glued to your face as he flicks his tongue along your folds and waits for you to tell him he’s doing good. He’ll slow down when your praise isn’t coming fast enough because he wants you to beg. Yuji is a sucker for adding fingers to the mix, as much as he loves making you cum with just his tongue, he sees no point in limiting your pleasure for his own confidence boost. Kind of contradictory since he likes when you beg. Yuji is also the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, just slowly lapping at your cunt while also rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to not wake you up until you’re coming. He finds it so pretty when you wake up gasping, completely unable to restrict any of your noises as you orgasm. It’s important to mention that Yuji is a sucker for 69-ing and face sitting, he loves, loves, feeling your plush thighs caging in his head. He can’t get enough of the way your body settles so nicely into him, no longer afraid of “suffocating him” by sitting all the way down on him.

Fushiguro Megumi

He won’t admit it but he loves to eat you out. Megumi is shy at heart so even if he’s been with you for years, he can still get embarrassed when telling you how badly he wants to go down on you. He’s focused when he does get between your legs, hands gripping your thighs or hips while his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Megumi loves to tongue fuck you, just because he knows it’s not enough stimulation to make you cum but enough to make you embarrassingly wet. He’s a bit mean at first, not willing to let you come until he feels you’ve earned it. He’ll stop abruptly just to sink his teeth into your inner thighs, not stopping until you’re gasping as the pain turns bruising. He’ll admire the teeth indents he’s left on your skin while his nails are scratching down your other thigh, tongue moving to wiggle against your clit until your hips are bucking. Megumi finds toys to be very hit or miss, but he’s found a love for stuffing you with a vibrator while putting all of his attention on your clit. Megumi’s preferred method of “torture” depends on his mood, either he’ll edge you until you’re begging or overstimulate you until you’re crying. He’s very private when it comes to these things… unless he’s jealous. Much like Yuta, he will not hesitate to drag you somewhere private while out in public to remind you of who you belong to. 

[crying-wolves]

🪻 ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇ!ᴀʙʙʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ 🪻

cw: 18+ MDNI!!! little bit of richgirl!abby, anxious!abby, little bit of loser!abby but i’ll let you be the judge of that, alt!reader, reader w/ tattoos + piercings, reader doesn’t care about their job, abby and reader are, like, 18 - 20, mostly fluff, petty theft, minor drug use (abby and reader get a teensy bit high), nsfw under the cut!

a/n: this is ENTIRELY self-indulgent cause i work at the movies and i think i would've liked my job better if Abby was there with me :) thank u so much for reading i love u so much i hope u enjoy <3

wc: 1.3k (a lot longer than i was expecting pls forgive me)

not proofread! im so eepy

dividers by @cafekitsune !

🪻movie theater employee!abby whose family is, as she likes to put it, ‘relatively well off’, so she’s never had to get a summer job before… 

…but when her father emails her an application from their local theater, going on and on and on about how she could manage to learn a thing or two about responsibility and time management and a hundred other things she’s apparently lacking in, she doesn’t see any other option but to piece together a meager resume and send it in.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who gets a response back almost immediately, because they’re just that desperate for new hires.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who shows up to her interview the next week in pressed black dress slacks and a perfectly ironed blue button-up, only to be met with the hiring manager’s tattered black jeans and stained work shirt.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s nervous as fuck during the interview and thinks that she’s taking too long to answer simple questions and tripping over her words, but the manager hires her on the spot, in like, 10 minutes.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who calls her dad on the ride back home to tell him the good news, is met with balloons that say ‘congrats!’ in big sparkly letters on the front and her favorite take-out when she steps through the front door.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who arrives on her first day on the job 20 minutes early. Spotless, bustling with excitement, and so, so unprepared to deal with all that’ll happen in the day.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who is introduced to you, after you arrive 10 minutes late, fruity energy drink in hand and sunglasses still hanging on the tip of your nose as your new trainee.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who initially thinks she’ll evaporate in the stuffy heat behind the concessions counter, suddenly feels an icy-cool wave move through her body when you shoot her a lopsided smile.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who can hardly hear a word you say as you explain what all the buttons on the register screen do… 

…‘cause she’s too focused on the way your work pants cling to your thighs and flare out at the bottom. on the pretty tattoos sneaking up and down your right arm. on the shiny lip ring that a part of her strangely wants to lick at–

🪻movie theater employee!abby who squeaks out a “yep, yeah! uh, got it!” when you ask her if she has any questions.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who definitely does not got it. Not one fuckin’ bit.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who fucks up a whole lot, at first, and manages to oversalt a batch of popcorn, stock too much of the same candy, overcharge 3 separate customers, spill a strawberry soda all over the counter, get scolded by 2 old men, and burn herself on the hotdog grill.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who smells like butter and exhaustion by the end of her 4 hour shift, but brightens up when you tap a star-shaped sticker onto her shirt and mumble out an amused “see you tomorrow, trainee.”

🪻movie theater employee!abby who realizes she has to do this all tomorrow again and lets out a shaky sigh on the way back to her car

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s slowly getting the hang of it after a few weeks at the theater…

…getting compliments from customers, multitasking between different orders, knowing the back room as well as she does the flavors of the drinks you silently sip during your shifts.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s a little enthralled by you, even if you don’t really notice it.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s too afraid to ask for your number, so scours instagram for your contact instead.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who throws her phone across her bedroom when you finally follow her back one night.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who super smoothly asks you when you’re working so she can try to arrive at her shifts when you go on break.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who freezes up when you invite her over to the park bench in front of the theater and offer her some cajun fries and a hit from your cart.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who takes you up on both offers, because she’s starving and she wants you to think she’s cool.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who takes a bigger hit than you were expecting and is a little confused when you giggle at her sudden coughing.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who spends the next 7 hours of her shift trying to act normal, but sees you trying not to bust out laughing in the corner of her eye every few minutes.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who gets a lot closer to you after that…

…who watches you undercharge a frazzled mother on her kid’s birthday, and doesn’t say anything to the supervisor. who sees you swipe a few chocolate bars from the candy cart to give to a group of kids in the arcade. who is certain of your favorite slushie flavor because your lips are always some different color everytime you come back from your too-long bathroom breaks.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who argues about which book-to-movie adaptation is the absolute best when the day’s going by slowly.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who sneaks into different showrooms where the movie has already been playing for a while with you so you guys can guess what’s happened in the plot before.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who hides with you in the stockroom to take a break from the yelling customers and screaming kids every once in a while.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who traces the outlines of your tattoos, all heart-eyed while she’s listening to you talk about the new superhero movie that just came out a week ago.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who places a hand at the small of your back when she has to squeeze by you to grab a bucket of popcorn for a customer.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who gets a little green with jealousy when a customer compliments your piercings or makes a joke that really isn’t that funny to begin with, but you laugh anyways cause you’re required to be cordial with them.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s so stupidly thrilled when you kiss her after a rough closing shift and can hardly breath when she climbs into her car to drive herself home.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who is so very happy that her dad convinced her to get this stupid job in the first place.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT ! 18+ MDNI!

🪻movie theater employee!abby who lets you eat her out in the tiny bathroom stall in the women’s room on nights when the theater is dead… 

…your left hand squeezing at her tits, your right stretching her left leg over your shoulder. She looks down at you, panting, shuddering, trying and failing to conceal the little huffs and content sighs that fall from her lips every time your tongue swipes against a particularly sensitive spot.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who makes out with you in the backseat of her car when your breaks coincide, and whines in pleasure as you grind your clothed cunt against her covered thigh.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who can feel her hand start to shake and her throat go dry as she scurries to the back when you call her from your bedroom, voice all pitched-up and needy, while on your day off. Words strained and quickening wet sounds coming from your background.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who almost gasps when you two are the only ones working the concessions counter and she feels your hand slide from her lower back to squeeze her ass.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s obsessed with the way you watch her expressions as you slowly finger her in the empty break room.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who hates that she won’t see you until next summer, but has a million different secret pictures and texts from you that she has saved in a locked file on her phone to get her through the year <3

[edwinpain3]

Okay I may or may not be going insane over doom patrol payland. Because if you really think about it Edwin likes Charles in Doom patrol and so happens to like him in the Netflix show which I’m using the Edwin side of my brain to put the parts together. If you also think about it in every universe Edwin’s gay af. Because he’s been confirmed gay in the Netflix show, it’s pretty obvious he likes men in doom patrol supposing the conversation with Larry, and this page says enough

It doesn’t say that Edwin likes Charles but still, it’s hinting he’s fruity. You don’t think that in both shows they make Edwin like Charles and make it one sided feelings. It’s just such a coincidence that in doom patrol he liked Charles in the show, and then so happened to like him in the Netflix show. Can you tell I’m obsessed with studying Edwin? Yeah if it wasn’t obvious I’m madly in love with Edwin, any shape or form except when he’s a 12 year old because that’s kinda weird. Also off subject his actors are fine af (except ty at some points but it’s okay). Edwin Payne is the best character and will forever be my favorite and all I talk about in my life. He’s my spirit animal, kinda going insane about him because he’s been my number one personality for this whole summer and I have spent 90% of my summer studying Dead boy detectives in general. I’m going insane this is a new kin and my whole personality is the show now, sorry friends you just have to watch doom patrol and then we’ll talk. Anyway who else hates kidneys?

[hernakedmuse]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕 Part One

Headcanons about Horror!Bimbo

Horror!Bimbo isn't Harrington rich but she isn't Munson poor, she's lower middle class. Her dad is very distant, he manages the grocery store in town. Her mother is a part time librarian, and is there for reader as much as she can be.

She has an older sister who is studying pre med at The University of Chicago, they were once close but her sister became snobby once she started living in Chicago and only visits on holidays now. She thinks reader is stupid and hopeless with no future.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader is 18, a senior while Eddie is 20.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a white German Shepherd called Pyewacket.

Pyewacket hates everybody except for reader, she rescued him from a mean neighbor who would chain him up as a puppy. They've been thick as thieves ever since.

Pyewacket doesn't even let her parents into her room without some growling and snarling.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader also has a white rat called Socrates who often rests on her chest while she watches movies.

Pyewacket was the name of a famous witch cat in the Salem Witch Trials and a familiar in the 50s film Bell, Book, and Candles. AND Socrates was the name of Willard's white rat in Willard(1971).

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a big oral fixation, she's constantly chewing her Extra! Refreshing bubble gum, or sucking on heart shaped lollipops that she hoards a bunch of from Valentine's Day that last her throughout the year.

It drives poor Eddie insane watching her mouth like that.

And she has such a distracting mouth, especially with all her lip gloss and lip liner defined lipstick painted lips.

And she's a big lip biter too.

He has spent many a time jacking off to the thought of those lips wrapped around him. With her shirt bunched up above her perky tits that never seemed to wear a bra for some reason.

And her plush ass that was alwayss adorn with a thong that he could see under very short skirts when she would bend over, her pussy lips puffier than the average girl and would be straining against the lace or satin of her thong, a lot of the time not completely covered.

Eddie has shamefully bust in his jeans at the sight at least twice.

And when she wears her obscenely tight jeans, her whale tail of her thong would peak out from the top of the high waist cut somehow, and you could easily see the outline of her thick vagina through the crotch of the jeans.

And almost always you could see the nipples of her bouncing tits through her shirts.

She tortured poor Eddie, especially when she would always smile so sweetly at him through the hall with a breathy Daryl Hannah "Hi Eddie" that she always managed to sound suggestive.

And in class (they have English and Pre-Calc together) , she always managed to sit in front of him, leaning forward so he could see her whale tail, or her juicy pouty lips when she'd ask to borrow a pencil that she would chew on and suck on before giving it back to him. (He is a little ashamed to admit he saves a whole collection of those at home). He'd also get high off her succulent smells. Like her strawberry shampoo, rosewater body lotion, her apricot hand cream, either baby powder and vanilla body mists or spicy and fruity Poison by Dior that he knew she would shoplift from the department store at Starcourt.

Our little bimbo has sticky fingers. Her family isn't the richest and she is such a seagull. Sees something shiny, might be a little too costly, like expensive lingerie or luxurious perfumes and she HAS to have it. Flirting with sales men and women and stealthily swiping the goods.

Eddie remembers the day he first met reader.

First day of her senior year, she walks into English in an outfit he knew she would get dress coded for, faded blue daisy dukes that squeezed the life of her dump truck ass and accentuated the lewd shape of her cunt. A red cropped tank top that was a little loose with a strap falling off her summer-loved shoulder, but tight around her bouncing unbound breasts. She had on white socks bunched from black doc like combat boots, and her hair up in a messy but very pretty high half pony half bun she had pinned up on top of her head, tendrils and loks framing her face and sticking to the back of her neck for it was an Indiana September. Her bangs framing her face and silver gold hoop earrings adorned her ears, red lipstick daringly painted her lips and black self manicured nails adorned her hands. She looked like a centerfold and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, neither could the other guys.

He knew it wasn't just lust however when she complimented his Black Sabbath t-shirt and then commented how she loves Ozzy solo work and rambled about an alter she once had to honor Randy Rhoads.

No, it was safe to say Eddie fell in love with her after that.

She was never ashamed to be seen talking to him. Sure she wasn't miss popular, the boys only talked to her because of her bimbo appearance but they all saw her as a witchy slut. They found her creepy but hot because she loves horror films so very much.

She's a little bit of an airhead, things tend to fly over her head, but she does love reading surprisingly. She has been scolded by teachers countless of times for reading in class ironically, and sometimes ditched to read in the library because the librarians adore her.

She likes to get lost in books and be in another world because she felt lonely in the real one.

Reader doesn't have friends, she comes off odd.

She giggles too much and blinks rapidly and shakes her head when she doest get things which is often.

Her mom says she doesn't process things like everyone else but that doesn't mean she's dumb.

She stares a lot and kind of looks like she has no thought in her head as she floats on through but she is actually lost in her own fantasies constantly through the day.

Eddie finds it adorable, and when people make fun of her for her oddities and aloofness he will do something outrageous to take the attention off of her, to protect her.

He saw she had nowhere to sit at lunch and invited her to his table, he realized despite being so beautiful she's the loneliest person in school.

She was so honored to be invited having a crush on him since freshman year. How could she not? He looks like the boys on her wall. Like Hawkins own personal rock star.

She became of Hellfire and with DnD she had him explain it like twenty times. Some of his friends may have groaned when she said 'wait' for the twelfth time, but we're silenced by theor DM's lethal glare.

She loved creating characters so much and had fun creating hers The Enchantress.

Reader always made food for the club which made them take to her easily.

She loves to cook and bake, she could be in her own world like when she would read or watch movies all day.

Her favorite book is Flowers in the Attic, and her favorite movies are The Company of Wolves, Slumber Party Massacre, and The Wicker Man. She will watch any horror film.

Her favorite colors to wear a red, pink, occasionally black.

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What If Monkey Y/N was like the beldam she fell in love with the Monkey king and would make her world fit what his ideals would be and if he wants to stay forever she'll just put buttons in his eyes.

Oh Dangerous monkey Beldam (Y/N) Who's a little Delusional due to loneliness.

(Lmk Wukong) Man it's been tough on Wukong lately. After the search for the samahi fire, the whole being possessed thing and fighting lady bone demon! Yeah he was If exhausted mentally and physically. It's been a few months since then and now their was a minor issue. Tang has brought up that stray men have been Disappearing all over the city. It sounded Suspicious But he didn't think too much on it into a Mysterious doll that looked creepily like him Was discovered by one of the baby monkeys. And with it a just as strange key

(MK Reborn Wukong) Man, he is getting Sick Of It All being disrespected, being insulted, Being told what to do is just not for him. This is not what he signed up for and he hates it. He heard some rumors going around about men disappearing all over the village And he was slightly worried about his master until Fruity found a doll that looked exactly like him It came with a monkey shaped key too.

(Nezha Reborn Wukong) This old man has seen alot but he's never seen anything like this. Li has informed him that men have been Disappearing from downtown. This Was starting to be a problem Because a lot of them were husbands Grief stricken wives appeared on television every day begging for their husbands so come home. Nobody knows what happens Therefore nobody can get closure. Wukong and Li felt bad for the Wives then one night As Wukong Hung out by himself a mysterious package was dropped off at the Garage. when Wukong opened it It was doll version of himself And with it was a key.

(HIB Wukong) Wukong has been listening to Pigsy and Liuer panic about the village men that have been going missing. Wukong Thought the 2 were making a big deal out of nothing They're going to be just a coincidence. Some people are just moving away to other villages. It happens all the time. It's fine. Reassures them that everything will blow over and a little while. But one night as he was Was relaxing by himself he comes across a doll version of himself And a strange monkey shape key.

(Netflix Wukong) He had been hearing rumors about what's been going on in the village. Men have been disappearing left and right both humans and demons. Lin Also had been Bringing it up to him as the disappearances have been getting out a hand. She's worried that he'll be the next go missing. Of course monkey king was confident that whatever is happening won't Happen to him.oh how right Lin was when A doll version of him and a key appeared next to his home one day.

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Know that there will be a part 2

[toiletpapergolemn]

GRABBING YOU

SHOW THE PEOPLE YOUR INTERPRETATION OF EDEN OR SYDNEY OR KYLAR OR- (SHOT DOWN)

I'm gon doodle em later on cause I'm busy writing about my fav meow meow Also this is gon be all male bcs that's how I usually set my named NPCs as

- Eden

Tanned, big, brawny. Not like absolutely ripped. Idk why I always picture him with blonde hair for some reason. I'd also give him like a stubble (I tried drawing the fucker with a full beard but accidentally drew a certain fucking x men instead and immediately erased it), I picture him with a lot of scars as well. His head shape is more square and also strong jaw, I bet he kinda slouches too so bad posture. Wild shaggy hair that reaches his shoulder and green eyes. He has this droopy eyes that makes him look tired and straight brows so he looks tough in a sad way lmao. oh and maybe eyebags. Wears a winter coat with a tattered white shirt, black trousers and combat boots, idk why I rlly want him to wear a hat but I'm not sure what, maybe he ties his hair sometimes when hunting doe.

- Sydney

Twink. Just a slender dude. He's soft and squishy. Maybe to contrast it a little, he's a bit taller than average. ofc we know he has strawberry blonde hair and amber eyes (I think). Definitely more on soft boy. I've always pictured him with pale or fair skin. Low ponytail, no bangs, hair reaches to upper back, smooth and silky hair. Big, round, innocent eyes. I imagine when we go to a more corruption route, his eyes gets sultry and half-lidded quickly and maybe add a bit more muscle to his figure. I also picture him having something more deliberately messy like a wolfcut or layered hair. also I like the idea if he dyes the tip of his hair white for some reason. Straight posture but gets a little fruity when corrupted. Pure Syd wears a sweater vest, school blouse, a tie, long school trousers, and school shoes. Corrupt Syd wears an unbuttoned school blouse, long school trousers but I imagine he has those chain belts, and then combat boots (in winter, pure Syd wears peacoat but corrupt wears a hoodie n beanie) OH and ear piercings

- Kylar

Wet cat aesthetic. Slouches which makes him seem smaller than he already is. Green, wide-set eyes, looks scary as fuck if he staring at you in the dark. I wanna picture him having a bit of a chubby stomach bcs this fucker would suck at swimming and gym and also has a poor diet. Black wavy hair, looks fluffy and is short but it's so unevenly cut that it's obvious he cut it from frustration. Eyebags, some real dark circles. Gets sweaty easily so he always seem greasy even though he showers daily. In my playthrough, he's always set as dark skin so I picture having a cold, bronze colour. I find it so funny he carries a knife cause his clumsy ass would accidentally cut himself so some scars on his palms. I always see him wearing a hoodie, long trousers, and some normal school shoes. I think a game logo or somesort on hoodie would be a nice added detail bcs he goes to the arcade. Freckles :3. I always imagine he has some wild strength despite how he looks bcs he can carry PC to his house w ease and without getting caught like srsly idk how but the gap of it makes it attractive *twirls hair*

[v-anrouge]

i almost never draw men despite being a gay homosexual fruity man so genderbends just really tickle my pickle however twst fans are so egregiously bad at doing genderbends??? do. people just think genderbends are longer hair, boobs, and an hourglass figure? fem!vil would not just be vil but with allat YOU WANKERS RAAAGGHHHHH. vil is feminine because hes a MAN and is breaking out of the norms of being a man. his femininity is crucial to his identity as a man. whatever he may be, he'll always be gnc, because the whole point about him is that he DESPISES stereotypical expectations of gendered presentation. he owns his masculinity while also being comfortable in his femininity. so if vil were a woman she'd have short hair, dress in typically masculine clothes, call herself a king-- fuck, vil would probably use he/him pronouns. all that wouldn't negate fem!vil's identity as a woman because her womanhood is based off being her truest self, of embracing the energy that makes her, her, even if it isn't stereotypically feminine, and breaking out of the norms is what gives her power and comfort in her identity. her womanhood IS breaking out of the confines that shackle women to this paragon of submissive perfection. it makes me mad when people waste the potential of genderbends especially since gender can add different and interesting nuance to a character given how the concept itself can shape and affect people's lives on the whole. not to mention, women are often given more shit for doing the exact same thing men do so it'd be interesting to see these characters changed to adapt to that. more people might be anti's of fem!vil than of og!vil. call her a manhater and a feminist that's weakening society and so much more horrible shit because every weak man just NEEDS to drag a strong woman down and humble her and though og!vil is already headstrong, full of confidence, and ready to give anyone shit, fem!vil would have to build her resilience even more against the raging misogyny she'd receive. she knows just how much the world hates women and gnc people like her and that's what motivates her even more to destroy society's narrowminded perception of gender. and you just know how butch women aren't even perceived as women by many members of the queer community-- she's a woman, and she's butch, masculine, etc etc and you'll know it. she won't take shit from both heteronormative people AND prejudiced queer people.

maybe im just speaking yappanese because twst doesn't really have the history of misogyny and sexism as the real world does however there is proof that there is toxic gender norms where we can see the toxic masculinity from the real world being reflected in epel so id take that as an indicator that we may share similarities in some of their societies.

anyhow point is that if you genderbend gnc characters like vil to just be the stereotypical representation of the gender you're bending tjem to, you're the person they hate the MOST. you're putting them in the box they DESPISE because you refuse to see all the effort they've put into their non-conforming identity and seeing them as nothing more than what you expect from them-- perceiving them in the constricting standard they're fighting to break. STOP MAKING ALL FEM!CHARACTERS SHORTER AND THINNER AND MORE CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE YOU SCAT STAINS!!!!! WHILE A PART OF WOMANHOOD AND UNDESERVING OF HATE, ITS NOT THE PARAGON OF WOMANHOOD BECAUSE THERE IS NO STANDARD TO IT AND TO DEPICT ALL FEM!CHARACTERS AS A MONOLITH OF THE SORT IS AN INJUSTICE TO THEM AS A WHOLE!!! you want a girlboss but can't even do girlbosses right what makes you think you can handle girlfailures or girldisasters OR GIRLINSANITY. women are not there for you to draw them pretty. they can be just as complex as their masc counterparts if not more than in some scenarios.

like fem!jamil would be even more tragic. fem!riddle too. fem!leona too. not to say that they aren't already full of existing nuance because they ARE and it's GREAT but fem characters are just so full of heart wrenching potential AND NO ONE TAKES IT UP RAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

anyways im not even a girl kisser but i would kiss fem!rook because i fucking love it when girls are unfiltered and creepy and off-putting and disturbing and covered in blood. maybe im bisexual. who knows.

also i just think fem!malleus would be super cool like ahagha girllll you're SO autistic and strange and frightening pleasseeee talk to me about gothic architecture while i explode.

ANON U ATE LIKE HIGHKEY OH MY GOD PLEASE IM PUTTINGTTHIS IN THE MAIN TAG

i never quite understood why i always disliked vil genderbents specifically until like some time ago that i realized the reason i hated it it's because the way people draw it (hyperfemme) doesn't make sense for vil's character, it doesn't make sense that vil, as a man would dress feminine to fight gender roles yet if he was a woman that wouldn't happen and she would still be dressing feminine. genderbents r such an :/ topic because most ppl that make them take the characters make them shorter, skinnier, puts then in tight short clothes, gives them long hair makeup and idk man it always puts me off like being a woman is way more than that and despite the fact a lot of women do present themselves that way, making EVERY character be like that is just idk it FEELS wrong. i feel like most genderbents r just copy and pastes of the same gender roles slapped into a character carelessly just because and honestly it fucking sucks

[lieslab]

Can i ask about the lesbian lore? You write about eight dudes & im super curious on how you figured it out.

Well, besides the ask that I just answered, it started with men's legs. Don't fucking laugh, it's NOT funny. This is a total TMI. I was with my friend one day and we were discussing men and I made a comment about how unattractive men's legs were, especially, when they're so hairy. She thought it was hilarious, but I was being so serious.

I got into Stray Kids because of Felix. He was my first bias and I utterly adored him and I still do hold a soft spot for him. He's wonderful, but one day he lifted up his shirt to reveal his abs and I shriveled with an ick. I hated it. Like it's amazing that he's in that great of shape, but my brain said EW.

I denied it at first. I was like no, it's fine, you're just being dramatic. Eventually, my bias switched to Hyunjin. I love his art and his stuff. He's wonderful and then not too long ago, he made that vlog where he was swimming shirtless. I shriveled with another ick.

My best friend has repeatedly told me over and over again that everything points to me being a lesbian and I kept denying it. I loved women, but I didn't want to accept that fully and I was grasping at straws. Just when I thought I was attracted to one of the guys sexually, they did something that gave me the ick.

It's not their fault, they're just dudes. It's not their fault that I physically don't find their bodies attractive. I think they're so hot and then when I think about them without clothes, I gag. I want to kiss them so bad, but when I remember they have dicks, I cringe.

Minho and Jeongin put on those long wigs and I swooned. I'm just being honest. I've rewatched that one skz family video like five times just to see them in wigs. I got the ahooga heart eyes with the cartoon sound effects.

They've always made it so abundantly clear that they're incredibly accepting, which I really appreciate. Yeah, I do write about them a lot. More specifically, I write about them in romantic relationships with women. I write about them because it's fun, but also because I think it's good practice for my writing skills.

Despite not being sexually attracted to them, I still love them an awful lot. They're funny, they're talented, and they're super sweet. I love their dynamic and they entertain me in a variety of ways.

Just because I said I was a lesbian, it doesn't mean that I'm going to stop writing about them or stop being a fan. If anything, it's made my love for them grow. Besides, have you seen that group? You can't tell me that there's not a single guy in that group that's a bit fruity themselves. You can say whatever you want, but Minsung is right there.

[so-called-yokai]

don't take drinks from strange men in bars. or do. i'm not your dad.

Okay, so this got a bit longer than I intended it to, but that's fine. It's also pretty open-ended at the, uh... end because this is -- and I cannot stress this enough -- not tcest, and I couldn't decide how to close it properly because it's 9am and I haven't slept yet. :D If the adhd allows, I'd like to write a couple follow-ups, one for each disaster twin.

(Inspired by this post by @khayalli [and written with her blessing!] because it's been living in my head rent-free for days now.)

NOT TCEST NOT TCEST NOT TCEST

The bass thumps heavily enough for Eshra to feel it in his bones, and he closes his eyes to let the music wash over him… and maybe to give his sensitive vision a break from the pulsing pink and purple and blue lights bathing the club, thematic though it is. He huffs a silent laugh to himself. Valentine's Day, and here he is, whiling away the night at a yokai nightclub. His date? The half-drunk, rainbow-hued, fruity concoction in front of him, handed over by the bartender when Eshra asked for 'the strongest, gayest thing you've got'.

Never let it be said that service around here was lacking. Even with his eyes closed, Eshra's pretty sure he can feel the room spinning a little, and he's only halfway done.

Something tingles at the edge of his senses then, and if he were just a little more sober, he might have recognized it as his trouble-sense pinging a bright red warning. He is not, however, so he just opens his eyes to find he's no longer alone at his little corner table with its semi-sheltering veil of decorative greenery.

Seated in front of him are a pair of men. No, turtles. Turtle-men? Eshra blinks once. Not even close to the weirdest thing he's seen in the Hidden City, so he brushes it off and takes them in more completely. They're about his own age, which surprises him a little, and share similar builds to each other: tall and broad across the shoulders, but not bulky like the meathead gargoyles that so often make a pass at him on nights like this. No, they're built in a way that makes Eshra's mouth water, although he'd never admit it. Not this early in the game. The one on the left -- the one with the crescent-shaped red markings over his eyes -- wears a fur-edged bomber jacket, a thick leather collar with a heart-shaped ring, and a blue bandana across his eyes. The one on the right also has a bandana, although his is purple and covers his entire head, on top of which is perched a pair of techy-looking goggles. The t-shirt he's got on looks like it's at least a size too small for him, and if that wasn't done on purpose, Eshra will eat his non-existent shoe.

Both turtles are sporting identical, slightly unnerving smirks, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous sort of mischief, and the blue one pushes a glass in Eshra's direction. It's glowing in a way that drinks should probably not be glowing, even down here, and Eshra flicks his eyes between it and its bestowers, lifting one brow ridge. His trouble-sense is blaring a klaxon now, but all that does is tell him that tonight might not be such a lost cause after all.

"Couldn't help but notice you lookin' a little lonely over here," Blue says, his voice smooth and his tone charming in a way that should probably be more alarming than it is. Purple says nothing, simply watching Eshra like a hungry predator, and the so-called-yokai feels a pleasant shiver go down his spine. He would happily let either one of them devour him, he decides, and so he leans forward, resting his elbows on the tabletop and lacing his fingers together so he can prop his chin on them. His lids drop low over his eyes, and under the table he flicks his tail forward to brush its feathery tuft against someone's leg. Purple jumps a little, and Eshra's muzzle curves into a smirk of its own.

"And you're offering to help with that," he coos, sweet as can be, his eyes darting between them. It's not a question.

"Thought we might," Blue replies. He's obviously the face-man of the pair… of brothers, Eshra realizes, subtly scenting the air. Their scents are similar in a way that suggests a biological relation, and he resists the urge to cluck his tongue in disappointment. No menage for him tonight. That's all right; either one of these decidedly untrustworthy turtles would be a treat all on his own.

Eshra shifts to rest his chin in his right palm, so he can reach for the glowing drink with his left hand, deliberately and not-at-all subtly letting his clawed fingers brush against Blue's, which are still resting on the rim of the glass. The turtles have three digits on their hands just like he does, he notes absently, unsure why that random little tidbit pleases him so much. It's not something to worry about, though, not when Blue's smirk spreads even wider at the contact, and not when Purple is suddenly watching him so intently that Eshra is sure his feathers will combust under the heat of that gaze. There's a challenge in their eyes.

Fuck it.

Eshra takes the drink and tosses it back inelegantly, uncaring that a few drops escape to slide down his chin and trace his throat. He can practically feel the turtles' gazes following the path of those glowing droplets, and he's pretty sure he hears one of them swallow thickly. Lowering his chin again, he brings one hand to it to wipe away a stray drop with his thumb, touching the pad with the tip of his tongue and never letting his eyes leave theirs.

It works fast, whatever was in that drink, sending heat racing along Eshra's veins until it pools low in his belly. He lifts his crest a few degrees in silent question -- not that it's a language either turtle can translate -- and can't help but give an all-over quiver. He knows they see it; Purple isn't even trying to hide his smug expression.

Suddenly it's like every sense is in overdrive. The music is a hungry, primal thing in his ears, and he's sure he can feel his heart pounding in rhythm with it. He can pick out every small detail he missed before on his first examination of the brothers: the creases in Blue's brow that belies that hasn't-a-care smirk, the large starburst-shaped scar peeking out from the top of Purple's bicep-length glove, the way both their teeth look sharper than he first guessed. He can smell sweat, cologne, motor oil, and something underneath all of it that he just knows will imprint itself on his brain, something intrinsically them. The heat in his gut is a living thing now, gripping him in iron talons, refusing to be denied.

Smoothly, because the game is still afoot and it wouldn't do to forfeit his position by tripping over his own feet, Eshra slides out of his chair and moves to stand near Purple's elbow, looking down at the both of them, letting them read the invitation in his eyes before he voices the question aloud.

"Your place or mine?"

[mickimomo]

A Crack Ship Snippet

M'Baku × Everett × Namor

I have no idea how I feel about this cardboard ship I built, lol. I tend to be on the ship, and sometimes, I get off. Anyways. Like always. The discord boosted my head up, and I did it. 🫶🏾 Here's a picture of all of us. 🤣 nsfw-ish fanfic

It all started with a request to the bartender as Everett settled on the stool.

"Ah. Hey? Do you guys have any foreign liquors or-"

"Of course, the only white man in all of Wakanda would come up and ask for something foreign." The bartender scoffed.

"Well there's Bucky-"

"The White Wolf does not ask for something from abroad."

Ross opened his mouth for a moment before sighing. "I'm sorry. Do you have any suggestions or recommendations...?"

"You look like a fruity drink with an umbrella kind of guy."

"Ah-"

"Am I right?"

"Well- not fully. I do enjoy a Jameson on the rocks from time to time-"

"Oh manly. Such a manly man with his Irish whiskey." He scoffed.

"So you do have foreign liquor-?"

"You're in Wakanda! We are an advanced nation! Of course we have foreign liquor!" The man frowned. "But why would you come to Wakanda and order something you can get anywhere in the world instead of getting something you can only get here?"

"I- uh- I didn't think-"

"Oh, calm down, colonizer. I'll make you something nice." The bartender chuckled as he stopped polishing a shot glass and set it down in front of him. "Let's get some Wakandan vodka in you while I work on that, mm?"

"Sounds like a plan." He offered a small smile.

"Good." They poured him a shot. "This stuff right here is incredible. We call it the Heart of Wakanda."

Everett eyed the clear liquor. "Why?"

"It's made with the dead leaves of the heart-shaped herb."

"Is that safe for me to drink?"

"Yes. I'm not out here handing out mugs of absinthe." He chuckled. "Drink." He gestured to the glass.

Everett eyed the glass skeptically before picking it up and downing it.

It had a bitterness that rivaled cough syrup and black licorice, causing him to choke and nearly gag as it raced down his throat.

"Are you sure that isn't absinthe!?"

"I'm sure."

"That was awful." He groaned.

The bartender chuckled. "Don't worry. The next drink will be better."

"Ugh." He groaned as he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Do you have any citrus slices? Preferably an orange?"

He was slid a tangerine and watched the bartender start working on his drink with a sigh.

This wasn't exactly what he had asked for, but it would do.

He grabbed the fruit up and began to pick at it, eager to cleanse his palette.

That is until a large hand smacked his back before sliding around to squeeze his shoulder.

"What are you doing over here by yourself, colonizer?"

Ross sighed when he recognized the Jabari king's voice moments after being hit with a wave of his cologne. "Hiding from you."

"Hiding from me?" He chuckled before pulling away to sit beside him. "You are one of the only two white men in Wakanda right now. You cannot hide from me without leaving the nation."

"Well, I'm a wanted man, so I can't leave."

"Then you cannot hide." He grinned.

"He could always come to Talokan."

They both turned to look at Namor, who had chosen to sit on the opposite side of the dazed American.

"You would let a colonizer into Talokan?"

"He is an ally. However, I would not hesitate to kill him if he caused any issues." He offered a warm smile to the Jabari king before looking down at Everett. "But you wouldn't give me a reason to need to kill you, right?"

Everett parted his lips in shock before refocusing on his tangerine. "No!" He frowned. "I have no idea why either of you are talking to me." He huffed as he began to pick at the fruit's skin. "I'm off the clock. There's no need to be near me."

"I can go wherever I wish. This is Wakanda." M'Baku nudged him. "If I wish to annoy you while you pout over a tangerine, I will."

"I am not pouting."

"Then why are you struggling to peel it?" Namor arched a brow as his eyes began to darken. "Do you have enslaved people to peel them for you?"

"Enslaved what-? No!" Everett panicked under the god king's gaze. "I'm just used to eating chopped fruit from the store. Where employees chop up the fruit and sell it or a business sells pre-chopped fruit... or processed fruit cups...and have you ever been to a grocery store?"

Namor shook his head slowly.

"I need to show you a picture of one or a video. They're really nice. I think you'd like it and-"

"-you're rambling."

His face burned in embarrassment. "Sorry."

The king turned his head before looking to the bartender. "Give me whatever you gave him." He pointed at the empty shot glass.

"Me too." M'Baku raised a hand as the bartender abandoned the cocktail shaker he was shaking.

Everett fumbled with the tangerine as the two men were served their shots of liquor.

M'Baku took it with ease and Namor took it with a low grunt.

Both were better than his suppressed retching and cries for citrus.

It was hard not to feel insecure when sitting between them.

They were attractive.

Big.

Strong.

Revered.

Wise.

And he was....

not.

The two big men watched him struggle in silence until he managed to break the skin of the fruit with his short, blunt nails. He peeled off the peel with skilled fingers before inspecting the naked fruit. He pulled a wedge from the veined sphere and popped it into his mouth before glancing up at the two kings.

They were both watching him intently.

He furrowed his eyebrows after swallowing. "Oh...uh...did you guys...want a slice?" He held another wedge up and glanced between them.

Namor grabbed his wrist and pulled it close before he ate it out of his hand.

Everett could only stare as the king chewed.

"What.... why did you do that...?"

Namor looked at him. "You offered it."

"To place it in your hand."

"It is not an offense to be fed. Is it?"

"Well no... but it's awkward."

M'Baku arched a brow. "You're just sharing food."

"Maybe I'm thinking too hard about it."

"Well feed me. I can make it awkward."

"No! Feed yourself."

"Come on. Don't tell me the little mouse is scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Then feed me."

"I will if you promise not to make it weird."

"Make it weird?"

"No moaning or anything strange."

"You have to earn my moans." M'Baku chuckled. "I do not moan for free."

"Good." Everett exhaled before grabbing another wedge and holding it out to the Jabari king. "Here."

He ate it out of his hand before inspecting his empty shot glass. "Mm. This really cuts the bitterness." He murmured.

"Yeah." Everett fed himself another wedge. "I originally wanted an orange, but a tangerine works pretty well." He fed Namor another before working on pulling another wedge free. "It's better than the cuties and halos I used to grab at the store."

"What are those?" Namor arched a brow as he watched Ross feed M'Baku another wedge.

"Genetically modified fruits. They have soft skin, so that it's easier to peel."

"Oh. Is that why you struggled?" He arched a brow before grabbing his hand to inspect his nails.

"Maybe."

"Your hands are very soft and scar-free." He furrowed his eyebrows as he trailed a thumb over his palm.

"Well, I'm not a warrior. I was a pilot before I became an agent." He shrugged. "We use guns. Not spears."

"Which is why you are weak and fragile."

"Well, if we had vibranium bullets. I think we'd give you a run for your money."

"And that is why I despise the surface world." Namor let go of his hand before asking the bartender for another shot.

"What? Because we don't use spears and fists?!"

"Because you are greedy and destructive."

"Says the man who wants to burn the surface world to ground-"

"-because you are greedy and destructive!"

"Well, riddle me this, what came first? The chicken or the egg!?" Ross frowned as he watched the bartender pour the king another shot.

"God."

"That wasn't an option!"

"But it is true."

Ross puffed his cheeks in frustration as the king downed the shot before taking his last tangerine wedge.

"You're difficult."

"And you're easy."

Ross rolled his eyes. "I don't know how you're drinking that stuff like it's water."

"I like it. It's different." He shrugged before looking at the glass. "I wonder how it's made."

"The Heart of Wakanda is made in the Temple of Bast." M'Baku offered.

"Really?"

"Yeah." M'Baku nodded. "It's made similarly to vodka, where you ferment a grain pulp. But, the dead leaves of the heart-shaped herb are incorporated during fermentation." He looked up to see Namor and Everett listening intently, slightly flustered by his own intellectual gushing. "My cousin oversees the process. That's why I know so much." He offered a small smile.

"Oni?" Everett tilted his head.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Production stopped after Killmonger burned all of our plants, and Oni was cast into exile. So, now that she is back and the plants are flourishing again, we have the Heart of Wakanda back."

"Literally and figuratively." Everett offered as he recalled just how important the vessel of Bast was to the people of Wakanda.

"Mhm." He nodded.

"Does each Tribe of Wakanda have their own special liquor?"

"Kind of." M'Baku smiled. "There are several liquors made here in Wakanda. We have plum wines, other fruit wines, and floral wines. Herbal vodkas." He wiggled his shot glass. "Creamy liquors, which come from the Jabari Lands. There's so much... I couldn't possibly list them all."

"Hm." Everett nodded before looking to the talokanil king. "What about Talokan?"

"We have a variety as well...some from our ancestors and newer ones we've had to cultivate in our new home." He offered a warm smile. "We have one made with fermented maize. One with kelp. And sweeter liquors made from cocoa, chilies, or fruit."

"Really?"

"Yes. We usually go for something thick with heat so that it keeps you warm. Talokan is cold because it is so far below." His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke of his kingdom. "But we wash it down with something sweet and creamy so that your mouth isn't burning from the chilies."

"Sounds good."

"I'll have to bring some liquor back next time. It is quite delicious."

"I'll have to bring something from the mountains as well."

Everett nodded before smiling as the bartender slid him three drinks.

"Alright." The man leaned against the counter. "I figured I'd treat you to a little drink tour, since no one's really given you a taste of Wakanda in terms of liquor." He pointed a finger at the first drink. "Here's a plum margarita. They're made with Wakandan grown plums that are gathered by the Temple of Bast. It's sweet, fruity, floral, and refreshing." He hummed before circling a finger over it. "Rimmed with salt and garnished with thyme." He moved his hovering finger over the second drink. "This drink is called the Melon Trifecta. It's named after a popular icee flavor sold here in Wakanda. It features three different melons by layering liquor-based slushies. I think you'll like it. It kinda looks like a rainbow sorbet. But three different melons." He huffed before pointing at the last drink. "This last one is called the First Sunrise of Wakanda. Basically centering around the first sunrise after Bashenga united Wakanda. It's got the Heart of Wakanda in it diluted with fruity syrups of different densities. Creating the perfect ombre." He clapped his hands together. "Enjoy."

"Thanks!" Everett smiled before looking at his drinks with glee. He grabbed the first drink, took a sip, and grinned. "Wow. That's good." He slid it to M'Baku. "Try it."

He took a sip before nodding in approval as he slid it to Namor. "I told you, the plums are phenomenal."

Namor nodded in agreement as he took a sip. "The salt keeps it from being too sweet."

"Yeah." Everett grinned before grabbing the second drink and taking a sip. "Ok. This is the best thing I've ever had in my entire life."

"We need to take you to the icee place in the market area then." M'Baku snorted.

"It doesn't taste like fake fruit or candy. It literally tastes like melons." The American gushed as he took another sip.

"Welcome to Wakanda."

Namor pulled the glass away once he managed to suck half of the drink away through a straw, ignoring the small man's pout.

The king took a sip before nodding and offering it to M'Baku.

He shook his head. "I don't really like melons. They taste like sweet cucumbers."

Everett chuckled. "They don't taste like sweet cucumbers."

"Yes, they do, and that's why I don't eat melons."

"Well, you could try it."

"And still hate it."

"It tastes good to me." He hummed as he plucked his cup from Namor's hand and took a sip.

"Well, let's see if it's better with you." M'Baku grabbed his jaw and pushed his tongue into his mouth.

His tongue was cool and tasted strongly of plums. A tangy sweetness that cut through the sweet and refreshing melon liquor that floated in his mouth.

Before he could swallow, M'Baku robbed him of his drink before breaking the kiss with a soft hum.

Namor caught the cup as he dropped it and took another sip as Ross slowly came back to his senses and smacked at the chuckling king.

"Wha- hey! You drank my drink out of my mouth- and then you kissed me!" His voice went up three octaves as he finished the sentence.

"Maybe I do like melons." He ignored him.

"What!? Wait- really?" He smiled. "See. I told you it was good."

"Mhm."

Namor grabbed him by the jaw. "I want to try it too."

"Huh-"

"Sip."

"What? No. I'm not a shot glass."

Namor sighed and put down the glass before crushing their lips together.

Ross was stunned.

How drunk were they!?

And why wasn't anyone saying anything about them making out at the bar!?

Was this the norm!?

His train of thought was broken as the king's tongue slipped into his mouth.

His face burned as he kissed back shyly.

This wasn't supposed to happen, but he didn't hate it.

The king was even allowing him to pull him closer.

His breath hitched as M'Baku pulled him back by his hair, ending their kiss with a sting that made him moan.

"Look at you." He huffed. "You can't reward him so quickly, Fish man. He must work for it."

Namor scoffed. "Fine. Let's finish these drinks then."

The Jabari king released the silver-haired man. "Alright."

Everett was so red, it wasn't even funny.

But, if they wanted to play.

He could play.

Everett gently plucked the melon trifecta cup from Namor's hand again before finishing the drink. Namor shook his head before watching him grab the third drink.

"Perhaps you should slow down." He offered.

"While sitting with you two? No thanks."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm tired of feeling tense." Everett groaned as he lifted the drink. "I'm trying to get as loose as fucking possible."

"If you wanted to relax, all you had to do was ask." M'Baku chuckled as he sipped on his abandoned plum margarita. "I wouldn't mind helping."

"I literally came to the bar to get away, and the two of you hunted me down anyways." He frowned. "This is as close to a getaway as I'm going to get."

Namor laughed softly. "I think I enjoy your honesty when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk. I'm just a little buzzed."

"What's the difference?"

He twirled a finger in the air. "Shit isn't spinning yet."

Namor hid his smile behind his hand. "Yet."

"I wonder if that'll be too strong for you." M'Baku tilted his head as he examined the third drink. "Most people can't endure more than one shot worth of the Heart of Wakanda."

"Aj K'uk'ulkan did."

"I know you did not just try to compare yourself to the fish man."

"They call it liquid courage for a reason." He smiled. "I can take anything. Maybe I'm super powerful, too."

The two kings watched him take two gulps of the sunrise drink before he had to put his head down in defeat.

That drink had definitely humbled him.

He hadn't really paid it much mind before, but the room was definitely getting hotter the more he drank, and his vision was slowly becoming altered.

Was the world spinning now?

He peeked up before squeezing his eyes shut.

Fuck.

It was.

The room was sweltering hot, and everything kinda had a pinkish purple aura that sparkled too.

Well.

He peeked up again.

Only M'Baku and Namor sparkled.

And why were they staring at him like that?

Were they drunk or buzzed?

Or did they want another kiss?

Fuck.

Why did they look so handsome?

Handsome?

His mind was spinning and fuzzy, almost as if Cupid had stabbed him in the back when he wasn't looking.

Maybe cupid had, because why else would he want to crawl into M'Baku's lap and beg him to see if melons tasted gross if it was in his mouth again?

What other reason could have him eager to snog Namor?

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he felt pants grow tight at the idea.

He needed to calm down.

Maybe get out?

Touch some grass?

Feel the cold air outside of this crowded place.

M'Baku would probably entertain the idea for a good laugh, but Namor would definitely kill him if they went further than drunk kissing.

At the end of the day, he was just an advisor to the Wakandan council who specialized in American politics and the ploys of the outside world.

There could never be anything.

Not even an experimental fling.

His eyes stung with tears at the thought.

This was beginning to feel frustrating.

He was touch starved and in dire need of relief.

But no one would ever give it here.

Shit, he could hardly get anything back in the States since his divorce.

"Damn it." He mumbled as a few tears fell down his face.

"Are you crying?" Namor blinked at the white man.

"No." Everett hid his face as the god king tried to catch a peek.

"So you're an emotional drunk?" M'Baku chuckled.

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I doon't want to taaalk abouut it." He huffed.

"That acted faster on you than I thought it would." The Jabari king rubbed his back before finishing off the margarita. "Hang in there, little mouse."

"Fuck you. I'm perfectly fine."

"Don't be rude. You are sitting amongst kings." Namor yanked his head up by his hair. "Even if you're drunk, you should act respectfully."

The sting up his hair being pulled was delightful, pulling a soft moan from his lips before he smacked away his hand.

"Don't touch me."

"You moaned." He stated as he looked him over.

"Yeah. Well. Everything looks pink and sparkly, and I'm a little buzzed." Ross huffed. "So, it didn't mean anything. Just like those tipsy ass kisses."

"I told you." M'Baku chuckled. "You're a little mouse. You can't hold liquor well."

"I caaaaannnn." He huffed as he tried to fix his hair. "Wakandan liquor is strooong, but at least I'm nooot nauseous."

"Your face is all pink." Namor pointed out. "And your words are starting to slur. I wasn't aware you had such a filthy mouth."

"It's always beeeeeen filthy. I just keeeeeep it clean around you because you're scary and yoooou can't take a fucking joke."

M'Baku laughed. "He's not wrong."

"He's not wrong until I'm dragging his drunk ass out of here and putting his mouth to use."

"I'm just a little buzzed." He groaned as the god king grabbed his jaw and looked him over. "Stop saaaaying I'm drunk."

"What's my name, little mouse?"

"Aj K'-" Everett didn't get past the first K without his tongue struggling to form the rest of the sounds to complete it.

Fuck.

Why was the Heart of Wakanda so strong?

And why was K'uk'ulkan touching him again?

"Stop fucking touching me, damn it."

He smacked the king's touch away with a frown before shivering under his darkening gaze.

That shiver made Namor chuckle as he got up and downed the rest of his sunrise drink before licking his lips. "Let's take you out for some fresh air."

"Noooooo. I'm fine. Seeee?"

Everett got up, and Everett fell down with a hard thud.

M'Baku couldn't refrain from laughing as he got up and scooped the drunk man off the floor. "You are not fine."

"I'm fiiiiine. Put me down, you big beefy bitch."

"Oh, that mouth of yours is more fun than I realized." M'Baku smacked his ass as he began to carry the tipsy man out of the establishment with Namor not too far behind.

"It bites too."

Namor laughed. "Good."

And Scene!

So, that's kinda what I've been imagining. But it could definitely become more explicit... if I wrote more. What are y'all thinking?!? Is this deserving of more?!? or...? 👀

[beantothemax]

“Won’t you come with me, my good sir…?”

“Begone with you, foul wench. I have no interest in women like you.”

Primrose sighed.

“Damnit. It’s useless.”

Ophilia frowned.

“But he’s got such a useful skill.”

“Yes, but you don’t have the authority to make him respect you.”

Alfyn went to speak to him and returned 5 minutes later.

“He likes men.”

“He likes men…?”

“Cyrus!”

Cyrus looked up from where he was sketching the landscape.

“Primrose! You good?”

“Cyrus, I want to allure this person.”

“Do you need moral support?”

“No, he’s gay.”

“… no.”

Cyrus firmly snapped his notebook shut.

“Hear me out!”

“I said no, Primrose. It’s humiliating.”

“Like I don’t do it all the time.”

“It’s dehumanising. And you know how I am.”

“He’s really hot.”

Cyrus took a deep breath in and out.

“Nothing too sexy, please.”

“You look fine enough.”

“Sir! Hey, sir!”

Alfonso sighed as the woman from earlier came back. The sun was beginning to set and he really didn’t have the time for this.

“I said begone-“

The woman was towing along a man of small stature, but he made up for it with the chestnut bangs that framed his shapely face.

And the striking blue eyes that seemed to see clear through him.

Gods, this man was hot.

Not to mention the fact that he was dressed like a scholar - a well educated man, clearly.

“Hello, my good sir!”

Alfonso blinked dumbly.

“Hi?”

The scholar smiled - it had a certain calculating charm to it.

“Would you like to travel with us?”

Alfonso swallowed.

“I think-“

“I would quite like to learn from you - there is no end to the knowledge we can glean from comrades!”

Alfonso tried not to drool at how hot this guy was.

“I’ll meet you at dawn.”

And he strode off, missing the way the two people high-fixed each other.

(Cyrus is much less composed and long-winded in private.)

love how alfyn is the group Fruity Detector. five minutes in a conversation with this guy and he’s sussed it out

[comfy-sofa]

I finally watched episode 6 (rant/thoughts)

Y'all I'm not doing ok in the slightest. The last episode got me in my feels and now episode 6 is making it even worse so let's break it down yeah?

Can we PLEASE talk about the beginning scene??? Like Wolfwood's eyes??? Dude it was kinda unsettling

Vash acting all nonchalant about being "friends" with Meryl and Roberto (you ain't fooling me you funky little plant you're just trying to shut your emotions down so you don't get attached)

Ok being a little art nerd, I just wanna say I love the sandsteamer's design and think it would be fun to ride on one. Also it seems they're wasn't a caravan following the steamer so maybe they changed it?

Being an art nerd once again, the lack of variety when it comes to different body shapes and sizes is kinda getting to me. Like all the men look like inverted doritos and I could really use some variety.

LIVIO...barely said anything??? But fuck I would be lying if I said I didn't cry tears of joy seeing him.

THE CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK. Orange I need more of this IMMEDIATELY IT WAS SO PRETTY

BABY LIVIO AND NICOOOOO😭😭😭 I want to protect these boys so much! ( Ngl when I saw Nico and Livio tending to the baby birds I had a moment of great fear, if you read TriMax you'll know)

Nicolas was really born with a lighter in his hand because not him smoking that space zaza and trying to get livio to do it

So...the EOM is really walking around here looking like that??? Taking children??? AND NO ONE'S SAYING ANYTHING???

The hallucination scene was so fucking pretty my GOD

Ok Nicolas trying to escape so he could go back to the orphanage did things to my heart go (this also highlights his past personality of caring about others, especially kids)

Speaking of that scene LEGATO BLUESUMMERS, you fruity-tooty bitch glad to see ya (also seeing Nico's hand get bent up like that made me fucking squirm my goodness) also I guess we can say Legato's powers is more on the telepathy side versus the metal strings

God Vash can't get a fucking break and he knows it. Speaking of Vash, that punch/push he did to Livio??? Nah his patience is wearing thin and I'm gonna be right there front row when it happens (can you tell imma big fan of when Vash looses his cool?)

So we didn't get Razlo this episode, so maybe we'll get him soon? (I saw that ending screen Orange I know who that is)

There's no way in fucking hell Wolfwood is dying next episode like... this is not gonna leave the impact they want it to have. At most this is gonna cause everyone to separate and be on their own for a bit (which is good because they need to slow the fuck down)

Lastly, BAD LADS GANG LET'S GOOOO. This was my favorite episode for the original Trigun so I hope they do her justice. (B.D.N, the love of my life I'll see you soon)

Ok that was a lot, but TLDR I'm nervous about Livio and how they're gonna handle Razlo and I truly doubt they're gonna kill off Wolfwood (maybe we'll get more backstory and character development because they definitely fucking need it). Also if they whitewash BDN it's on signt.

[mtoinspo]

135th Mentor's Ball Drink Menu

Cosmopoli-Ted (by Greta)- this cocktail combines some blood red cranberry juice with cointreau, triple sec, lime, vodka, and some iridescent edible glitter. Topped with an orange twist, optional sugared rim, and a little bit of mystery, this tribute to the nametag missing its owner is always served with a smile.

Giraffe's Laugh (by Greta)- a chocolate martini that's just a little bit twisted, just like our favorite safari mutt! Vanilla vodka, chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao, triple sec, and orange juice are stirred, not shaken, and will have you bending over backwards for more.

Out of this Whirled (by Greta)- an alien blend of sparkling lemonade, blue curacao, and melon liqueur, swirled together and ready for takeoff

Blood in Water (by Devin)- Based on the lazy river and the vines waiting below - Grenadine - Blue Curaçao - Mixed berries  - Rosemary

Ash Chaser (by Devin)- ½ oz Real Grenadine, 1 oz gin, 1 oz apple brandy, 2 dashes absinthe, Black Food Dye, Shake all with ice for 10 seconds, Strain into a cocktail glass, Garnish with a rose

Little Green Men (by Kaye)- This sour appletini is guaranteed to blast you straight into outer space! A play on the Space Race mutts, the Little Green Men is cosmically sweet with a starry sour punch.

Serengeti Sunset Sangria (by Kaye)- A fruity red sangria chock-full of lush berries and fruits, topped off with a rosemary lemonade for a summer taste as bright as the Serengeti sun.

Cotton Candy Carnival (by Kaye) - A cotton-candy flavored drink so sweet your teeth just might rot out. It's garnished with cotton candy flavored dot ice cream that sinks to the bottom in a rainbow of colors, and crushed rainbow candy lines the glass rim. Try not to die of a sugar rush!

The Big Top (by Kat)- A drink inspired by the wonderful centerpiece found at every good carnival. The drink itself is made with cherry grenadine, topped with rose petals and mint and filled to the brim with ice. When the drinker stirs with the signature heart shaped straw, causing some of the ice to melt, a reaction occurs and it looks as if the liquid itself is sparkling.

Space Chaser (shot & chaser) (by Rainy)- This drink can be paired with whatever alcohol the drinker prefers, though it is typically served with vodka. Celebrating the two ride vehicle colors represented by 'space race', these drinks come in a starry starry flight. the first drink, red white and blue: vodka, edible sugar petals, and grenadine. the chaser, some lemonade with strawberries floating inside of it. It's truly a race to the bottom.

A Little Panem (by Hair)- This drink is colored red and gold to represent the beautiful country of Panem. It is a combination of tequila and cranberry juice, with a zest of both lime and orange. To add a little extra sweetness, there's a bit of golden honey, and a dash of coarse sea salt ties it all together. From the mountains, to the sea, to the orchards full of fruit, Panem (and this drink) has it all. But be careful! This drink may seem alluring, but indulge in enough of them and you might come out the other side a little disoriented.

A Long Day’s Journey Into Night (by Lena)- When the fireworks have stopped and the rides have grown still in the dead of night, those who remain must reckon with the actions that took place in the light. An anise-flavored liquor pairs here with a dose of ether to create a drink that encourages the consumer to contemplate. What lengths have you gone to? And how far will you go?

Ball Brownies (by Lena)- Mahlon’s special, still made with essence of ether (for as long as supplies last). So what if the price is doubled from last ball? You want the thing or not?

[trashbinbackyard]

mmmmmm ivana hecca and cameron

TTT - the trans trio

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?

Ivana: Not really at first glance, nor really the type to grow on most people. She’s very tall for a woman, and muscular, and doesn’t really use makeup or anything, she’s just not in a lot of people's wheelhouses, but it’s fine, and she doesn’t really care. (she does wonder what Carmina saw in her)

Hecca: She’s very traditionally hot, big boobs, wide hips, makeup, sexy clothes

Cameron: He’s pretty hot to most people I think, just a tad short. He has a cute face, enhanced by his facial hair, great hair, in shape. Makeup only adds to it

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

At least her unattractiveness is based purely on the mean aura around her. So in turn she’s more physically attractive

Absolutely both, she’s physically an absolute babe AND she’s kind and loving and fun and outgoing and one of the nicest people you can meet on the outer rim

I guess there’s a type who are also into the whole gas station guy -type of vibe. But also both, maybe more his personality though, he’s funny, kind, caring, just fun to be around etc. and he just happens to be hot

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 

Her face is long and angular and quite unique looking. And her hair is long and very well-kept

I don’t wanna say bazoingas but they are what most people she knows would say. Her body is just a work of multiple surgeries art

He would say his tattoos, and his facial hair, later he thinks his crows feet are hot af

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

She’s smart, hardworking, and cares deeply about those (two) people she cares about

She’s an explosion of positive energy, optimist to a fault. What she lacks in intelligence she makes up in being SO genuine

As a musician he’s very creative, he’s funny, and very supportive and accepting of others

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

Not particularly, and it isn’t a huge concern for her

I don’t think she’s aware just how hot she is. Every free drink she’s gotten she thinks is thanks to her beautiful smile and wonderful attitude

He thinks he’s ok, with friends like Aaron it’s kinda impossible to think you’re the hottest on in the room, but he’s not insecure either. (Damir hitting on him boosted his confidence a bit before he learned that he pretty much hit on everyone)

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

She smells like her deodorant, so… kinda pleasant? At least you know she’s showered. At the office it’s rude to use strong smelling perfumes and such and with her line of work why on earth would you. When on a date with Carmina she asks if she can put some fresh, airport bathroom -ass scent on her, but if Carmina is sensitive to smells she wont

You bet your ass she’s coated with some bath and body works warm vanilla sugar. She likes sweet scents, and fruity scents

AXE DARK TEMPTATION, SPORTS, MEN, 5 IN 1 SOAP SHAMPOO CONDITIONER MOTOR OIL AND BBQ SAUCE (look he didn’t get to be a 16 year old boy so)

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?

If you’re into husky voices yeah

I think her voice is kinda high and her intonations not pleasant to absolutely everyone, but she makes it up by being hot and a wonderful person

He sings backing track frequently, he has a trained voice and is pleasant to hear, not really super unique that makes you stop and say “woah” but it’s up there

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

She’s never played the field, Hecca approached her, Carmina approached her. Very monogamous and committed when in a relationship

She played the field to find someone monogamous (she doesn’t have the right idea but she is enthusiastic)

He’s been pretty reserved on the dating front, (i think be might be demiromantic demisexual gay), very much monogamous 

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

On personality? Being interesting. Physically? I think you’ve noticed lmao (boob)

Being fun, similar style, tattoos

Also being fun, loud, chaotic yet genuine, and tattoos

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

Not really, she tends to be pretty socially awkwards and very straight to the point

She’s very charming, flirty too sure, but contrary to what you may think she doesn’t flirt often 

Look, he’s not the most suave one out there, but he can put on a good flirt should the need arise. And i guess there’s charm in being a silly guy as well

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

Not terrible

She’s pretty good, if you don’t mind the teeth

Out of these three I think Roo’s the best kisser 

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

A few, from previous serious relationships. Basically just learned what she’s into

She’s experienced, tried a lot of stuff, with a fair amount of people

Not huge amount, maybe in college a guy or two 

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

It’s kind of a mixed bag, she views sex as an act that could be casual, but she herself wouldn’t do it casually you know?

Kinda both, she’s slept around before, but also feels like it can be so much more when there’s emotions involved

He’s pretty serious about sex (not during, gotta keep the mood fun and light), but being demi there need to be that emotional connection

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Tasteful (or untasteful) cleavage. Physical touch with intention

Being either pampered or manhandled

Genuine “I love you”’s that aren’t followed with “no homo tho”

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

Link arms, hold hands, maybe a kiss on the cheek/forehead when she knows for sure none of her coworkers can see

Very affectionate in and out of public, will stick to he s/o and cover them in kisses

Not huge of PDA but not reserved either, knows the concept of time and place, quick kisses are all good and fun, sitting on the s/o’s lap (or vice versa) also free game 

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Be attentive, get them small gifts that remind her of them, offer help to anything, let her guard down, give compliments

Make extra time for them, ask about their day and what they’re doing, “this reminds me of you!” -texts

“Yo check out this meme”, no but in all seriousness, having fun together, showing his instruments, just spending a lot of time together

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

Boyshorts and sports bra’s kinda lady. If the occasion calls for it, can be seen with cupped bra and panties that show the (very toned) ass (still black and laceless)

She has a good 50/50 split on purely functional and purely racey. Sometimes it’s fun to put on cute undies for the workday at the laundromat, it’s her little secret that makes her feel a little prettier

This man has 3 pairs of weed boxers and 5 pairs of flame boxers. (the rest are all black functional)

[atwilightghoul]

// Character info!

// migrated from @ atwilightghoul on Twitter

Name: Aster

Element: multi-ghoul [light(can extend to lightning) and shadow, touches of earth(mostly plants)]

Pronouns: he/they

Height: 5'10" ?

Sexuality: doesn't focus on a label, is attracted to men the most often

Theme song: Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

Personality:

Shy at first, but playful once he opens up

CAN be quick to temper

Romantic and dramatic

Theatrical and fruity

Loves nature, music, literature, folklore, drinking, and smoking

VERY protective of loved ones

A little mischievous but also loyal

Miscellaneous:

Speaks many Mediterranean dialects and hints of other languages including Arabic, Hebrew, and Sanskrit

Has definitely participated in more than a few orgies

His infernal form resembles a satyr/faun with the lower half of a black goat. His hair has more of a purple shimmer to it, and gold covers his fingertips, horn tips, and the bottoms of his hooves. Ivy/grapevines/bindweed tangle through his hair, around his horns, and generally all over his body.

Since his infernal form has hooves he has the habit of walking on his toes even when glamoured

His mask is actually just an Era 0 mask, but he broke and altered it himself

Is madly in love with Terzo

Powers:

Shapeshifting: his shadow element allows him to take on the form of a shadow. But it isn't perfect, it's much more solid with smoky wisps emanating from him. His more frequent manner of shapeshifting is his ability to turn into a panther (specifically a leopard). It's much larger than a normal leopard, and there are visible golden remnants of the markings. He also retains his gold claws and black sclera in this form, which are his giveaways to tell that it's him

Shadow manipulation: like his ability to turn into a shadow, he can manipulate shadow into something more solid, able to grab things and interact physically, as well as the shape or size of the shadow

Light manipulation: less physical than shadow, but he can dim or brighten light and generate it himself. Not used often

Plant manipulation: harder for him to do, and it's not as extensive, but he can aid in the growth of plants or make them die and has minor control over the movement

Beast tamer: less of a power and more so just his natural gift to communicate with animals

Night vision: his eyes glow and it's not just for show; he can see in the dark very well

Infernal Euios: ability to amplify voice, mimic voice, throw voice to other locations, and multiple voice

Lore:

Aster was born in the Ancient Roman/Byzantine Empire but was considered Greek. He speaks Latin and Koine Greek as his first languages, but over time has also learned modern Greek, Italian, and English fairly fluently. He was raised somewhat communally by his community and his adoptive mother, the daughter of a priestess of Bacchus/Dionysus. He was always trained to one day become a priest of the cult himself, and he succeeded in doing so. It was a bittersweet ascension, though. The previous priestess, his adoptive grandmother, died but her daughter saw potential in more potential in Aster than herself. She felt he had a special gift and was destined for it. So, while it was unusual for a Bacchante to be a male priest rather than priestess, and it was even more unusual that he was so young, he became priest.

The traditions of the Greek and Roman pantheons were phasing out with the spread of Christianity, and the specific era (and area) he existed in was experiencing efforts to either convert or eradicate pagan temples and practices. It wasn't always enforced by actual government authority, but Aster's cult was being targeted (mostly by the local citizens). After the locals did some "vigilante justice" on their temple, Aster's followers tried to retaliate but it turned into a riot of sorts. Aster was killed by an injury to the chest (unknown if blunt force trauma, piercing trauma, or both), and his surviving followers fled with his body to the mountains to lay him to rest. He became Bacchante at 19 and died ten years later.

That fourth picture at the end is his funerary portrait, which the Ministry obtained before it could go anywhere else and it is now being displayed with other artifacts in the church. It looks much more aged, has deteriorating edges and is a little fragmented, but it was mostly recovered.

Lucifer, touched by his rebellion to the Christians and his worship of a god that is linked to himself, came to his body and carried his soul to his underworld realm where he was reborn as a ghoul. Because he was alive during the transition between the Greek/Roman pantheons and Christianity as well as being Greek under Roman rule, although he was reborn in Hell he was able to move freely between Hell and Tartarus.

He was first summoned by Papa Nihil to be a musical mentor to any future project ghouls and his sons, teaching them music, poetry, history, and all manners of mythology/folklore/theology in early adulthood. There was a caveat, though. In those early days, the Ministry didn't want any ghouls rebelling and they feared Aster's skills for persuasion and inspiration. He wasn't allowed to room with the other ghouls, instead being sequestered from the ghouls' wing and put in his own room. It was basically a storage room in the band's practice room. Because of this he didn't really bond with the other ghouls and spent most of his time drowning in wine. The Papas, though, he bonded with very closely.

He taught Primo all manners of horticulture, and the two bonded over it. Secondo he was a bit of a safe space for, as the two shared their darker moments and heavy depression.

But Terzo was special to him, a true lover. They just clicked. They shared their first kiss near a patch of poppy flowers growing in the Ministry gardens, so Aster gave him the nickname "Poppy" (papavero, papavero mio, fiore papavero mio, etc).

[shmowder]

I love this blog because we will all start talking about the most random things like fruit cutting habits or fucking old men….speaking of old men fucking where’s that one anon who’s oc can reanimate the dead? Let’s get them to bring back Isidor and Simon for no reason in particular

Oh on the subject of fruit cutting both Alexanders would probably cut fruit for their partners, while Andrey would call you stupid for asking and finally Eva would probably do it for you no problem that or your the one cutting the fruits for her. Whichever you prefer

The OC you're thinking of is Falin Dankovskya by Immune Anon.

We really should ask him to fish back Simon Kain and Isidor Burakh from the shadow realm so we can ask them about their fruit cutting habits! God, you're a genius. We shall leave no rock unturned and no question unanswered when it comes to disturbing the dead just to inquire about their personal fruity endeavours.

I feel like handing a knife to Eva has the slightest chance of her accidentally cutting herself because 1) she's very a little tipsy and 2) daydreams halfway through and has a slip up.

But mostly, it's fine. She cuts it with a little creativity. Making heart shapes out of the strawberries and rabits with the apple slices with the peel as their little ears. She has fun making them and ends up feeding you a couple by hand, then looking at you expectingly with puppy eyes to feed her as well.

With Peter there is a chance of YOU getting stabbed because he might drop the knife halfway through for whatever reason (one of many is simply losing interest and deciding to go do something else) which ends falling into your foot.

It's honestly easier to get him to peel and cut the fruits for you than getting him to eat it himself. Everything tastes bland to him in comparison to twyrine's mystic mystery. He's surprisingly good with a fruit knife, the small thin kind, holds it more like a brush at times and carves the skin out, guessing where the seeds are at with unnerving accuracy.

If a stranger asked Andrey to even peel them a simple banana, he'd shove that yellow cylinder where the sun doesn't shine.

Now, if his dear spouse long-term, long-distance, low-commitment casual partner asked for a peeled coconut, they shall have it.

You'd tell Yulia to cut up an apple for you, she'd agree, you come back half an hour later to find the apple still untouched where you left it because she was dissociating and forgot about the passage of time. That if you even do find Yulia in the same spot you left her.