#mmmm cane’s

[crowskullls]

I would do anything for Cane’s right now. Unfortunately that means driving to go get it. So actually I will not be doing anything

[spitinsideme]

KILL YOURSELF !!! (endearingly)

(comedy horror au)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Walter Kyne

While The City Sleeps (1956)

[muxas-world]

I fear for the person pedro decides to rean act his toxic yaoi divorce idk if a kid raised by rosquez is gona go easy on them 😣

[moldy-cheese-being]

I am FOREVER grateful for the teacher who told me im allowed to use the elevator. It doesn't sound like much, but he saw me struggling to get down the stairs with my cane, and made sure i knew i was allowed to use the elevator. He said i have as much of a right to use it as the other disabled students.

to any disabled person starting school soon, remember to take it easy on yourself. the education system was designed for, and by, abled people and is incredibly inaccessible, especially for physically disabled students.

advocate for yourself and each other. put spikes and stickers on your mobility aid. tell people to fuck off when they touch you without asking. demand your teachers and school accommodate you. find people like you and stick close to them. remember to put your safety and health above all else.

i know the school year is just starting, but it's important to remember to take care of yourself. drink water, eat plenty of food, wear a mask (if you don't homeschool), and don't compare yourself to your abled peers. what you can do is enough.

what you can do is enough.

let's survive this semester.

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 4 - Humping (an object) ft Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

I wrote this in a horny haze, I wasn't myself don't loOK AT ME DON'T PERCEIVE ME BYE. (You, I blame you, you know who you are //aff)

Short puffs of breath come out of your parted lips. 

Your hands claw at his robes, his spats. There was something incredibly erotic about being fully naked, on your knees, staring up like a little eager pet at the Chief Justice of Fontaine, pristine as ever wearing his full regalia.

Even kinkier that you were in his office at Palais Mermonia. 

Oh, but that wasn’t the extent of your depravity…

You bite your lip to muffle the soft little whines that threaten to burst, hips moving back and forth, twitching, keeping a staccato rhythm as you rub your pussy on his polished black cane. Trying to get the angle just right to stimulate your needy clit. 

“Mmmm…. ah…”

Neuvillette wasn’t very sure of the appeal at first but now as he looms over you, he understands. His throat dry, jaw tight with a closed expression, yet his eyes burn with a fierce intensity, his desire barely hanging on a thread.

He catches the scent and then the sight of your slick glistening along the length of his cane and almost growls, a soft rumble on his chest. His grip tightening on the object’s handle.

You close your eyes and toss your head back, back arching.

“F-ffuck…”

“Language, dear.” He says before he can even think. His voice is deep and hoarse. 

Neuvillette tilts the cane slightly to tease your folds with the tip of it and you stutter and moan, eyes widening. “Y-yes sir…” You blurt out.

He narrows his eyes. That gone already? “Enjoying yourself, my nymph?” 

You nod, rutting frantically against the sleek object. “Yes, yes… always… wanted to do this.” Your thoughts are fuzzy, head swimming in pleasure.

He tsks. “How indecent.” 

You whine.

It goes on for a little while, your legs starting to get sore, your hips tiring and yet you’re more worked up than ever, all hot and bothered, shivering and frustrated.  

“Sir… please…” You pant.

“Hm? What is it?” He sees you stop, chest rising and falling with rapid breath, your perky nipples tantalizing.

“Please… fuck me. I need you inside me.” 

“Tired of your little indulgence already? You got yourself in this predicament.”

Oh he wants to see you beg. 

“Please, please please please, ruin me, fill me up… I need you.” 

he raises the end of the cane up closer to him, the scent of your arousal intoxicating. He runs a gloved finger along the shiny surface, gathering some of your juices, and licks at it, you whimper and squirm. “Such a waste… very well, then” Neuvillette dismisses the item with a wave of his hand, it disappears in a rain of sparkles. “Bend over my desk.” 

[trashogram]

HCY Incorrect Quotes:

Lucifer, thinking: “Hmm…”

*Takes a bite out of the apple on his cane*

Reader: “I didn’t know your cane was edible!”

Lucifer *chewing what sounds like glass*: “Mmmm, mmhm. It’s not.”

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Kinktober Day 23 - Bondage/Restraints

A/N: This is a sequel to Kinky Boots.

Pairing: Elvis x reader

Word count: 1.8K

TWs: Bondage (handcuffs and tied ankles), reader calls Elvis daddy, praise kink, the cane gets *involved*, sub/dom dynamics, name-calling, Elvis is pretty rough with reader, a little pain kink, degredation kink, oral (m receiving), fingering, reader cries a little... think that's it?!

Kinktober masterlist

You've always been obsessed with his cane collection. He's told you repeatedly not to play with them, that they're dangerous and not toys, but you're not a good listener. Sometimes you just see things you like and get carried away. This is one of those times, and of course he finds you. 

“Little girl,” His voice a low rumble. 

“Mmmm.” 

You put your hands behind your back and try your best to look innocent. 

“What have I told ya about playing with those?”

You wrinkle your nose and squeeze your eyes shut, as if you're trying to remember something difficult. 

“Not to?” You try, eyes springing open again. 

“Hmmm. Exactly. So what're ya doin’ just now?”

You twist back and forth on the spot, spinning your little skirt out. 

“Sorry, Daddy. They're just so pretty.”

Looking down, hoping that somehow that will make it all better.

“You will be sorry,” he growls, making you start.

“I-I… but I really am…” 

He shakes his head, pulling one of the sword sticks out of the closet and then grabbing you around the upper arm and manoeuvring you into the middle of the room. 

“Ya like ‘em, donta’tcha?” He asks, his voice suddenly soft. 

Nodding eagerly, you look up at him again, hoping maybe he's not as mad as you first thought.

“They're so pretty, Daddy.”

“How much ya like ‘em?” He asks, moving closer to you and pressing the silver top of the cane between your breasts. 

“Mmm. A lot, Daddy.”

He smirks and runs the end of the cane over your breast now, lingering on the nipple he can see through your top. 

“A lot?”

The cane moves down over your belly and then you feel him push it under your skirt and between your legs. 

“Mmhmmm.”

He rubs it against your clothed pussy, watching for your reaction. You moan softly. It's not as if you haven't done this to yourself whilst he wasn't here, but him doing it to you is something else. 

“Think ya need me to teach ya a lesson, hm? What happens when little girls don't do as they're told?”

He's breathing hard, watching your pupils dilate and your cheeks redden. 

“Yes, Daddy.”

You bite your lip. You know your panties must be soaking by now. 

“Panties off,” he instructs. “Lie down on the bed.” Moving the cane away from you now, making you groan in frustration. 

You do as he says, quickly pulling your panties off and lying down. He smirks, kneeling between your spread legs and pushing your little skirt out of his way. 

“Now you know you've been a very naughty little girl,” he hums. 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I hope you're going to take your punishment f'me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do I have to use these?” Pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. 

You stare at them for a while. You feel like you know what he's going to do and wonder if you need restraining. You sigh. You're a brat, you probably do. 

“You should, Daddy. Don't know what I might do if you don't.”

“Hmmm.”

One thing that can be said for you, he thinks, is that you know your limits. And you know when you might be about to do something to make him mad. 

“Good girl,” he tells you, firmly, as he cuffs your wrists to the bed. “Legs too?”

You nod. 

He's had the bed at Graceland specially modified so that there are loops attached to it, and he pushes rope through them, tying your legs in place too. Looking back to survey his handiwork he can't help smiling. You're spreadeagled on the bed with your arms above your head, completely helpless. 

“Ya ready?” He asks. 

Over the months you've been together he's got better about checking in with you. It took him a while to understand that just because you're submissive doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants and you'll be happy. Not that he hasn't always fussed over you from time to time, but his aftercare isn't exactly consistent. It took a few tears for him to realise that he needs to love on you afterwards too. Every time.

“Yes, Daddy,” you tell him, even though you're not sure you are. 

He takes the head of the cane and puts it between your legs again, gently rubbing it over your pussy, collecting the arousal there and spreading it around. You moan at the feeling of the cold metal against you, almost certain now that you know where this is headed.

You feel it push inside you and gasp. It's so hard and cold, so unyielding, that it almost frightens you. But it's also what you've wanted to do ever since you saw this cane for the first time. You know there's a sword inside it. You know you shouldn't want this. But you really do. As he starts to pull it out and push it back in again, a little further each time, you hear yourself moaning desperately. 

“You're such a filthy little girl,” he tells you. “Letting me fuck you with whatever I want.”

You whine. “Yes, Daddy… Ohhh…”

“You like that?”

He pushes the cane in deeper, so far now that the thrusts are hitting your cervix, bruising it. You squeak.

“Daddy, it hurts.”

He shakes his head, carrying on with his movements, sliding the cane in and out, slick with your juices. 

“Should have done as you were told then, shouldn't ya?” Pushing in somehow even further.

You yelp. “S-sorry.”

He laughs and lightly slaps your clit, enjoying the noises you make in response.

“Maybe this will teach ya to listen to me, hm? Little bit of pain. You're gonna feel this tomorrow, little girl.”

He picks up the pace, slamming the end of the cane into you over and over again as his thumb makes circles on your clit. It hurts but it feels so good at the same time, and you don't know what to do with yourself, pulling on your restraints, bruising your wrists now too. 

“Cum for Daddy like the filthy little slut I know y’are,” he hisses. 

You can't help it, the words and the sensations are too much and suddenly you find yourself crying out, your back arching off the bed as you cum hard and messily.

“Fuck,” you mutter as you feel him slowly pull the cane back out of you again. 

“Lick it clean f'me,” he instructs, pushing the end against your lips. 

You open them willingly and find yourself deep-throating it, split everywhere. He laughs again. 

“Nasty little girl.”

You whine and he finally pulls the cane back out of your mouth, watching as you cough a little and then look up at him desperately. 

“Want your dick, Daddy, please,” you beg, opening your mouth again. 

He grins. “You promise to swallow all Daddy's cum like a good girl?”

When you nod eagerly he unzips his pants and pulls his dick out, hard from watching you like this. He loves degrading you, though he's sure he shouldn't. Sometimes it seems like you're the only thing in his life that he can control. Straddling your head he pushes into your warm, wet mouth, groaning at the feeling of you all around him. 

Guiding his dick with his hand, he starts to pump in and out, picking up speed as he feels his pleasure build. 

“Mmm. Good girl,” he mumbles, starting to lose control already, pushing further inside, fucking your throat. 

You moan and cough and struggle to breathe a little, pulling on your cuffs. Feeling tingling and wetness between your legs again. You love taking him like this, it really turns you on. Love especially watching him lose control, starting off gently and building to rough mouth fucking, making spit flow out everywhere and making you gasp, desperate for air.

“C’mon little girl,” His voice is raspy now. “Ya can take more than this, I know ya can.”

You whimper around his dick, your eyes wide and watery as he thrusts in deeper, obscene wet noises coming from your mouth and throat, pulling even harder on your cuffs. You want to grab his ass and pull him even further into you. Or touch yourself. Either would do.

He's not paying any attention to what you want though, his own high is so close now he keeps thrusting in and out, grunting as he feels his release in the base of his dick. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming,” he tells you, breathlessly, a warning that comes a few seconds before a last deep thrust and his release emptying down your throat. 

His hips rock a little as he closes his eyes, moaning and groaning at how good it feels. Then he remembers to pull out and lies down next to you, his breath coming in harsh pants.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he traces the contours of your face with a finger.

“Please,” you whisper back. 

“Hmm?” 

He thinks you probably want to be untied and moves to unlock your handcuffs. 

“N-no,” You just about manage. “Will you make me cum again?” Your eyes big and pleading. 

He chuckles. “Oh lil girl. Ya never are satisfied, are ya?”

You whine. “Love takin’ you so much, makes me so wet,” you tell him, wriggling about against your restraints. 

“I know,” he hums, then lets his finger trail down your body, over the curve of your breast and down to your hip bone. 

You wiggle again and he laughs. “Alright, alright. Since you've been so good f’me.”

The finger makes its way between your pussy lips, stroking up and down until it's covered in your arousal. Then he slowly circles your clit with it, watching for your reaction, your face reddening even more, teeth nibbling on your lower lip. He loves being able to bring you to the edge so quickly with just one finger. 

“Cum for me, baby,” he says, so sweetly that when you do, your body pulsing and a soft moan escaping your lips, you find tears falling  down your cheeks too.

“Hey,” he quickly undoes all the restraints, pulling you into his arms. “What's wrong, baby? Was I too rough?” 

His gentleness makes you cry even more, sobbing gently against his chest. 

“Baby? I'm sorry. Ya know I love ya…”

“Oh, El,” you shuffle. “I loved it. I dunno why I'm crying…”

He snuggles you closer. “Are ya sure I wasn't too rough?”

You shake your head. “No, no. I loved it. I love you.”

He strokes your back with his big hands and you start to calm down. Sighing softly as you finally relax. 

“You can play with them y'know,” he murmurs into your ear.

“Hmm?” 

“The canes. If you're careful.”

You move your head back and stroke his face gently. “Really, Daddy?”

He smiles. “Really, baby. Think ya learned your lesson.”

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

One night at the Hotel, they're scrolling through HellFlix and Vaggie suddenly gasps.

Vaggie: NO FUCKING WAY! It's finally on here!

Charlie: What? You find a show you like?

Vaggie: Not just "like", this is the best show EVER! I've wanted to binge it with you for years!

Charlie: Oh, neat! So, what show is it? What's it about?

Vaggie: I got three words for you, babe. Xena. Warrior. Princess!

SHE WILL RULE IN HELL AT LAST! HER TV SHOW SHALL REIGN SUPREME IN THE HEARTS OF THE MOST DANGEROUS BEINGS IN HELL!!!!! there is just ONE worrying part to that though....

Charlie: "Wait, she kills the king of hell?"

Vaggie: "It's not a historically accurate show babe don't worry about it."

Charlie: "Still... now I'm picturing her murdering my dad. Not sure how to feel about it..."

Lucifer: (intensely eating popcorn behind them) "Well I'd feel GREAT about it!"

Charlie: "Wh- Dad!?"

Lucifer: "It would be an honor."

Charlie: "To be KILLED by her???"

Lucifer: "Of course! Look at her snarling war face! Look at her THIGHS-"

Charlie: "DAD!!!!!"

Vaggie: (sighing) "Wish I was king of hell so she'd murder me..."

Lucifer: "Poor Maggie." (pats her) "There there, maybe Xena- or Gabrielle might be better seeing as you've been cheering every time she comes on screen- maybe they'd agree to murder the princess consort of hell too?"

Vaggie: "I uhhhh- s-sir, me and Charlie, we're not-"

Lucifer: "Right yes of course! Future princess consort."

Vaggie: "Ffffffuture-?"

Charlie: "DAD HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT ABOUT XENA!? YOU ARE STILL MARRIED TO MOM!"

Lucifer: "Ohhh Char-Char.... Lilith would be FIRST in line for death at the hands of this warrior princess lady and her gal pal. Especially if they used those amazing thighs of theirs to-"

Vaggie: "Sir, please don't finish that sentence and ruin the best show in all creation for my girlfriend by adding more family trauma."

Lucifer: "Whoops! Gosh am I saying too much now? Oh golly, my bad my bad, ha ha ha!"

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "Sweetie? Wanna switch the show off for a while?"

Charlie: "....actually, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "?"

Charlie: "... D'you think we could get a Xena costume in your size?"

Lucifer: (jaw drops)

Vaggie: "Hhhhh... I- yeah, probably? I mean.... this is hell, and her outfit is mostly leather, so...."

Charlie: "Would you wanna wearrrrr it~?"

Lucifer: (drops popcorn)

Vaggie: "Do you even have to ask?"

Charlie: "Mmmm heheh- but I like setting a good example, and you know I loooove it when people ask~"

-THUD-

Charlie: "ohshitballsdickfuck- DAD-"

Vaggie: "Hostia!" 

Lucifer: "IM FINE! AHAHAHA"

Charlie: "Dad- dad im so SORRY i forgot you were here-!"

Lucifer: "NO NO I HEARD NOTHING AND AM A-O-KAYYY!!!!"

Charlie: "You fell face first onto your own cane! You're BLEEDING!"

Lucifer: "Everything is fine! Once I've been sick into this bag of popcorn i will be extra specially FINE and our little impromptu family tv night together is going SO SPLENDEDLY WELL, isn't it Maggie!?"

Vaggie: "Ajo y agua..."

Charlie: "VAGGIE HELP- THE BLOOD??"

Vaggie: (sighing) (smiling) (standing up)

Vaggie: "...I'll go get the first aid kit."

-silly bonus-

Niffty: (from under couch) "I'll trade you the first aid kit for a vile of his bloooooood~~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming and jumping on the couch and clinging to each other in terror)

Niffty: "Don't worry!" (giggles) "It's just for my Collection~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming LOUDER)

[severespanking]

Mmmm,ladies and canes...

Love it...

[luvbugs-blog]

gyutaro h/c with blind s/o

pairing: gyutaro x reader

POSSIBLE SPOILERS

a/n: super sweet h/c about gyutaro! ALSO, i tried to make this gender neutral as possible, so I'm sorry if there's a bullet point that doesn't reflect that. I'm also trying to be inclusive in my writing (so i don't always include able-bodied readers) but if something is incorrect, please let me know! love you all!

even before turning into a demon, gyutaro wasn't happy with the way he looks

poor little baby was getting bullied, beaten, and shunned

so coming across someone that cannot see his face might help that insecurity a little bit (not that he wouldn't want someone who could see him, because if you truly loved him, it wouldn't be a problem)

how did you two meet? (in these scenarios, pretend like daki and him are separated/he isn't inside her body)

scenario one: you bump into him at night in some alley in the district trying to find your way back to your house. and he waits for the squeal of terror directed towards his face, or for you to run away. but instead, you bow, apologizing deeply. it's then that he notices your cane. you go to brush off his clothes when he grabs your hand and insists no harm was done. let him walk you home. why is he acting so nice? he doesn't know. but he doesn't like it. he hates humans, disgusting creatures. but this one seems ok.

scenario two: daki grabs you for your beauty, but he stops her from devouring you. why? who knows? maybe it's because he recognizes you from when you were kind to him. either way, you're his now.

just like when he was the primary guardian of his sister, he would love to feel like he was protecting you, even when you don't really need it

he would follow you around to make sure nobody would be mean

he would make sure there were no sharp objects around that you could potentially run into in areas you weren't familiar with

one night, the two of you were sitting on your futon, talking, hugging, doing whatever s/o and demon bf do, when you reached up to touch his face. he tensed up a bit, a little nervous of your soft hands feeling the uneven skin, but when you smiled at him, he saw you were genuinely happy. he might've shed a tear that night, but who knows?

you could feel his body tense up next to yours, but you didn't cease your movements. your hands, cupping his face, trying to map out what you couldn't see.

"mmmm, whatcha doing?"

"just trying to feel what you look like."

"'fraid there isn't much there, love."

"nonsense. you are gorgeous."

(sniff. "are you crying?" "no it's just raining." "..." "we're inside.")

his hands reach up to cover yours, slowly entwining your fingers as he puts them into his lap. he rests his forehead on yours, and the two of you sit that way for a while before you reach up and press a small kiss to his lips.

"thank you."

"for what?"

"loving me as i am."

"and you, me." (<- a/n: this part was so rough for me to think of. i literally had a brainfart and was like, how do you respond to this... 'ditto?' 'same here?' i wanted it to be romantic lmao.)

this man wouldn't hesitate to kill for you. fr. you saw what he did to that samurai that got ume. he would annihilate them.

i'm trying to think... how would he respond to you aging? like would he just let you die of old age? would he turn you into a demon? like this man has never felt so loved and accepted by someone (who wasn't his sister), and i don't think he would let you go that easily.

love languages: physical touch. this man was STARVED of loving physical contact as a child. please hug him.

words of affirmation. mans doesn't regret becoming a demon, so don't say anything like that. but maybe, "you're so pretty", or "best bf ever" or "you're too good to me." mans would be one of three things.

one, weeping. crying his eyes out. hugging you, or your waist (depending on where the two of you are)

two, bashful. little embarrassed about his reaction, but he loves and CRAVES the attention. little head kisses as thanks.

three, literally throwing you onto the bed and just going crazy.

fucks you into next week.

his love languages towards you: acts of service. physical touch. enough said.

very loving though. just don't flirt with anyone else, even to get a rise out of him. toxic gyutaro fr. mans is a demon. how else would he react?

a/n: AHHH hope this is enjoyable! let me know if you want more h/c from characters. i'm literally obsessed with demon slayer rn...

[t00thpasteface]

thinking about this bc my brother is SO EXCITED to decorate the house in all sorts of sparkly stuff and eat snack foods in festive shapes, and he's the most atheist person i know.

our favorite tradition is to make custom chocolates with these pretty sizeable molds of jesus' face in profile, which we fill with peanut butter inside so we can call them Reese's Jesuses (or, if you will, Jesi)... someone once asked me "isn't that offensive?" and i said "i don't know! i'm not christian!" it's sacrilicious!!

i fully endorse the steady creeping secularization of xmas btw. i think most of what we think of as "xmas traditions", including the winter-solstice-adjacent date, are extremely roman/pagan anyway. and pine smells nice, and i like looking at lights and shiny objects. the reason for the season is going godzilla mode on a poorly-assembled gingerbread house in front of all your friends/family and who are you to deny me that just because my whole family is a bunch of godless blaspheming heathens

[riveracheron]

eh. might as well post this now. a few of these are wish fulfillment rather than actual theorizing but explanations under the cut

i have an alchemy hyperfixation and all the alchemy stuff in tmagp makes me very excited so a lot of my theories are related to that

spoilers for the pilot btw

main character gets an eye injury - the image will not leave my head. in the magnus institute ruins statement there was this whole thing about redcanary having some kind of encounter with or experience with eye trauma and that feels like something thats just. gonna come up again

another mechanisms va - self explanatory, we need to complete the set. would love to hear kofi or rachel.

gwen has trauma related to something that happened with elias - this is going on the theory that she’s not elias’ counterpart, but a relative of some kind. something spooky happens to him and that pushes gwen to research the paranormal.

character referencing nicholas flamel - all the main characters have names that reference alchemists, and nicholas flamel is probably the most famous alchemist of all time. i doubt he’ll be given the smirke treatment because that kinda already happened with the transphobic wizard books, but someone could be sharing his name.

mag 114 statement is relevant - thats the. hill top road statement that deals with other realities, and anya (the statement giver) could be from the protocol verse. we could totally hear about the aftermath of her departure

alice/sam/gwen = three primes - the three main alchemical symbols on the OIAR crest, and a good sort of symbolic trio sorter. the three peimes are salt, sulphur and mercury, and are the basis for alchemy. the down to earth, reliable salt, the firey, unpredictable sulfur, and the adaptable, easygoing mercury. i think these could apply i just want to have it called out in universe

lena is a good person - i don’t think they’d pull the evil boss thing twice. i just think lena’s weird mannerisms are from her autistic swag

celia is related to or is agnes - (related to as in. her story involves agnes, not that shes like. a sister.) this comes from a theory by @/pinklotjeart, i think. basically: through the way her death was described (spark returned to the lightless flame) and some timeline discrepancies and general avatarness making it weird, agnes might not be Dead dead. and celia’s counterpart, lynne - well, she saw a fire ghost. also, both her and agnes are the only non one-off characters who have shakespeare names afaik. agnes MONTAGUE, celia from as you like it…

annabelle cane is related somehow - self explanatory, she was at hilltop road when everything went down. might have been pulled in.

a famous alchemist is robert smirke’d - self explaining, give me more canon historical figures jonny

another kitty cat - i want more kitty in podcast is that a crime

augustus is not jonah - we hear jonah’s voice as ben meredith in 193, so im skeptical that tim fearon’s character is jonah for that reason.

oiar group has a messy moment that devolves into actual physical violence - mmm angst i think they deserve to smack eachother around a bit

bonzo cult - yeah.

oiar found family - we got the group of coworkers that hate each other angst last time gimme the “hurting one to get to the others” and self sacrifice angst this time

colin dies early - mmmm i cant say much about this bc its based on one throwaway line at the MCM panel where jonny doesn’t mention colin in the main character group. so . death flags.

oiar is containing the entities scp style - this was a super early theory of mine, either this or theyre using them for power or energy in some way. even more heavy handed capitalism metaphors yay

someone gets ushanka’d - its computer horror: the podcast. that’s all

cookbook statement - a few clues in the ARG had to do with cookbooks, and alex and jonny have already said they’re getting weird with the statement formats (they mentioned an insurance report!) so. cookbook doesn’t seem too far-fetched

tiktoker/influencer character - archives was 2010s and they had a podcaster and youtuber, which were like. the big things. whats the hip trend now??? instagram and tiktok baybee

protocol editors va a small role a la mag 100 or the wtgfs cult - those characters were voiced by other rq team members (ie helen as laverne and martyn as robin) and the team has since expanded!! some editors dis stuff for cry havoc, so im guessing nico, annie, april and others will get a small role!

a villain’s goal is creating the philosopher’s stone or other alchemical thing - tmagp is heavily inspired by alchemy, and the philosopher’s stone was the main goal of alchemy!! it would grant you eternal knowledge snd the ability to turn lead into gold- which seems like a good. evil dude’s ambition

the desolation gets more focus - the institute burned down, the oiar crest has a lot of sulfur symbols (the fire element), alchemy as a whole having to do with fire, celia and her connection- it paints a very. lightless flame picture

trip to germany - a lot of the arg was set in and around berlin, and there was that exchange between sam and colin about german in the pilot! i could see a germany trip happening in the same way jon took a trip to china and america.

[ikeromantic]

Hello. For the Ikepri requests may I ask for Gilbert, rooftop and and honey cake? Thank you so much!

Ahh Gilbert. A mysterious prince from an enemy nation. Delicious ;) Apologies in advance if anything feels OOC - I haven't read his route yet as it isn't in EN. Approx. 500 words of Gilbert being sweet. IkePri New Years Event story!

“There you are, little rabbit. You’ve run to a place with nowhere to hide.” Gilbert kept his voice steady as he mounted the last step to the rooftop. No easy task after so many steps. He gripped his cane, glad for the extra support.

The Belle turned, her expression alarmed. “Wh- Prince Gilbert?”

He could see a tear still clinging to her eyelash, though she’d wiped the ones from her cheeks before she faced him. Such a delicate creature, she was. Fragile as spun glass. He could not understand how such a lovely thing made it to adulthood without developing the harsh bitterness and cruelty needed to survive. 

“Very good. Yes. You remember me.” He flashed her a smile.

“Umm. Yes. Of course. But . . . if I may ask, why are you here? The party is down in the ballroom.” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

Gilbert shrugged. “I followed you. I was curious where you were hurrying to. But there’s nothing here. Only you, and me.”

The Belle sniffled and looked away. “I just wanted some fresh air.”

“Because that nobleman snubbed you and his companion made a rude comment on your clothes?” Gilbert drew closer to her, like a moth to a candle flame. Only he was the dangerous one. Surely. 

“No.”

“Mmmm. I don’t like it when people lie.”

The Belle’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. Yes. It just . . . I wasn’t expecting it. Sariel warned me I might have some trouble, as I’m new to court and the princes show me favor. But I just didn’t realize people would be so mean!”

“They might be nicer if you admitted you’re the Belle.” 

Her head turned so quickly he thought she might hurt her neck. “I’m not! I’m just a - a person training with Sariel. To be a court minister or assistant.”

Gilbert’s smile widened. “What did I say about lies, little rabbit?” She started to say more, but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. “No, it’s fine. I understand. I’m an enemy prince, hm? Musn’t give anything away.”

She flushed at the brush of his fingertips to her mouth, and drew back from the touch. “Anyway, Prince Gilbert. Is there something you need?”

Just you, he thought, but only gave her a smile in response. 

The Belle took a breath as if steeling herself. When she met his gaze, he could not miss the unbroken spirit there, determined and full of an inner fire. “May I tell you something?”

He gestured for her to continue.

Her lips curved up in a tremulous smile. “You make me very nervous, Prince Gilbert. I feel like everything you do is a calculation, a maneuver to bring you closer to some goal I don’t know about. But . . .” She cleared her throat, “I think maybe you are nicer than you want anyone to know.”

Gilbert chuckled, but it grew to a full laugh. “You are delightful. Truly.” He wiped a tear from his scarlet hued eye.

“I think it’s true though! You came up here to see if I was ok, even though it’s a long climb and you were out of breath at the top. And you could try to frighten me to tell you things, but you stop short. And -”

“And perhaps you are seeing what I want you to see. Afterall, little rabbit, I’d like you to like me.” Gilbert couldn’t help but trace her arm with his fingertips. He knew it would only make her shy away, but there was something about her that drew him in like an iron filing to a magnet. 

Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away again and let his hand settle gracefully atop her forearm, as if he were escorting her. “If you want me to like you, then you should start by being less scary.”

“I should, hm?” His eyebrow rose. “And how would I do that?” 

She nibbled at her lower lip in an adorable gesture. “I’ll have to think about it.”

Gilbert’s smile widened. The Belle was serious. It made something in his chest lurch. His neglected heart, perhaps. “It’s funny that you can stand up to me, the Conqueror Beast, but you crumble under some noble’s gaze.” 

“Well . . . you - I just -” She stumbled over her words, startled. 

He stepped closer, letting himself lean into her a little. “Just remember they aren’t better than you. Every one of them is a rabbit inside, just as nervous and afraid as you are.”

“That is somehow less comforting than you might think,” she replied wryly. “Is that why you came up here then? Because of what they said?”

“The party was less interesting without you.” He gazed out at the view of Rhodolite spread before them. It really was lovely up here, he thought. “You won’t mind if I rest here beside you for a little while longer?”

“No.” She grinned again, the nervous edge of it nearly gone. 

He smiled back at her. Though he would need to return to the party, for now Gilbert felt as if he could stand here until dawn. Feeling her warmth at his side, her arm linked in his. 

[amethystdreamer114]

“I find you… amusing.”

Summary: You’re one of Professor Gold’s students in a college magic 102 class. You’re a bit of a prodigy to put it lightly, far surpassing the rest of your class. It could be due to natural talent… or the intensive attention you’re paying to your teacher.

TW: bondage, touching, swearing, Professor x student, non-consensual sexual activity, oral s*x,

If there’s a tw I didn’t mention, let me know!!

It was a normal Monday, and as always the rest of the class was barely paying attention to the lecture. That is, until Gold began talking about enchantment spells.

“It’s very simple. The subject must touch an enchanted object or say a specific phrase. Following this, you have total control over their actions until you release them.”

The class gasped and murmured.

“Dark magic? Perhaps… but necessary.”

Soon the bell rang for 5 minutes till lunch.

“Alright that’s all for today,” Gold flipped his cane, turning it into a blue dry erase marker. He turned to write your homework assignment on the board.

“Before Tuesday, I want you to test out an enchantment spell. Use it for good or evil, it’s up to you, but I want written documentation of how it went.”

Most of the class filed out of the room, some murmuring about how this class was definitely unethical on occasion.

Gold smirked hearing them.

“Rumpelstiltskin is teaching it… it’s obviously unethical.” He chuckled under his breath.

“Professor Gold?”

He turned to see you with a partial smile.

“Ah (y/n), what can I do for you?” He walked to his computer, glancing over the plans for next class’ lecture.

“Well I was having trouble with the homework from last night. Number 7…”

He looked at you questioningly.

“It’s not like you to have questions dearie. Half the time you have the assignment done before I tell you the page number.”

“Well I know,” you answered. “But this one stumped me.”

He laughed. “Alright let’s take a look at it.”

He looked over the page, pointing to the question as he read.

“Oh, this one’s an easy one.” He read it aloud. “Changing one object into another without a verbal spell. I do this all the time.”

You studied his hands, knowing full well how to execute the spell…

“Watch me.” He flicked his wrist and the marker switched back to a cane. “Just don’t think about it. Calm your mind, steady your focus.”

“The hallway is too loud, I can’t…”

He flicked his wrist and the door closed.

“Now,” he gestured to you.

“Thank you,” you smiled and flicked your wrist the same way he had. Not even a second later, his cane was a black, leather belt.

His eyes widened.

“(Y/n)…”

You smirked, feeling the leather up… and down, the slight clink of the buckle being the only sound in the room.

“Guess I knew more than I let on.” You shrugged.

You snapped and the belt was around his neck. You pulled it taut, creating a leash of sorts before you pulled him toward you.

“Tell me Rumple… what do you think of me?”

“Well… I find you… amusing.”

You could see in his eyes that he thought much more than that, and if his eyes weren’t enough, the hard bulge in his pants left no room for doubt.

“Mmmm, I bet you do.” You looked up at him, your fingers walking up his chest.

He smirked at you and picked you up, setting you on his desk, your skirt riding up as his hands slid up your thighs.

“Mmmm naughty boy.” You locked eyes with him.

You spread your legs wider, his leg pressed between them. You tilted his chin up with your finger.

“Oh dearie…” you mocked. “You look so desperate..”

He took your necklace between his teeth, tugging it lightly to move your head to the side before he began to kiss down your neck, soft and tender.

“What’ve you done to me…” he whimpered.

“It’s an enchantment spell to say it plainly. You’ll do anything I tell you to.”

“How…” he continued to kiss your neck, moving down to unbutton your blouse.

“It’s simple. You touched my textbook, I enchanted it. And now, you’re licking my tits.”

He took one of your nipples in his mouth and massaged the other.

“God I-“ he moaned breathlessly as you pulled the belt around his neck.

“Touch me rumple.”

He backed up just a bit and gritted his teeth. “This is beyond unethical…”

“You’re Rumpelstiltskin . Unethical is your middle name.” You batted your eyes, smiling evilly.

The belt began to glow red, a sign of dark enchantment.

“Rumple. I won’t ask again. Besides, you want to.”

You pulled your skirt up, and he nearly whimpered.

“And just how do you know that?”

You whispered in his ear.

“Darling I worked on this spell all last night to make sure it forced you to give in to your own desires.”

He was locked on your red silk thong.

“Go ahead Rumple. But…”

He bent down.

You pulled the belt up a bit to make him look at you. “Don’t use your hands.”

Like some sort of ravenous wolf, he bit the studded string on your hip, pulling it down to your knees.

“Good boy.” You ruffled his hair.

He was overwhelmed with pleasure just by looking at your pretty pink folds.

“You’re so wet…” he moaned, lapping at your opening.

“All for you…” you threw your head back when he began sucking on your clit. Thank god everyone was at lunch because if they hadn’t been, they might’ve heard you moaning in pleasure and knocking a stack of books into the floor.

He put his tongue into your vagina, relishing in your sweet taste.

“Fuck Rumple-“ your hips bucked up.

Seconds later, the bell rang, bringing the other students back down the hall.

“I can’t stop…”

“Easy there big boy….” You tilted his chin up again.

“You’ll have another time.” You smiled.

You could tell his boner was going to be a terrible problem during his next class as he could barely stand.

“I-what am I supposed to do with this?” He pleaded for mercy.

“Amuse me.” You smirked darkly, slipping your panties back on and buttoning your shirt before hopping off his desk to take your seat for the next period.

[koolaidashley]

For tmnt 04 how blind is Leo? Can he differentiate changes in light? can he see vague shapes and everything is blurry, or is it all entirely black?

How much can vs can’t he see?

Sorry I’m very curious just cause i wonder how he fights and navigates on the rooftops

This ask made me do xtra research into impaired vision I’m learning new things this so so fun

04 Leo has Total Blindness, so he doesn’t perceive any light and therefore cannot see anything at all.

This is just xtra lore, but his blindness comes from before he even hatched. He was a lil early out the egg (an over achiever since he was a fetus that’s my boy 💪🏻) and his retinas weren’t attached to his brain, so he can’t and never will be able to see.

He’s got a couple ways he navigates tho. He either A) uses his cane B) let’s someone guide him (he hates this it’s his least fave way to get around) or C) mmmm it’s complicated but I’m gonna get into it next part of the comic fr so just hang on a sec for that one 🙏🏻

He fights using a mix of technique C and with a looooooooot of training. A lot. Many years worth. A whoooole lot. He’s not perfect by any means, but he can certainly handle himself in a scuffle, which is really the worst the boys have ever faced so far.