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[questionablemorally]

Hello! I’m sorry for not posting for so long.

Thanks to @necesitotequila for the inspiration to do another hc dump! This time, new flavour - Sebataker. Some of these are from our talk about it :)

(This is your warning for nsfw under cut… again. Minors, as usual, please don’t interact!)

They initially start off as a physical attraction - they both eye each other up with the ‘he’s hot’. Though, they don’t get along incredibly well.

Once they’ve established something of a relationship, I could see them in a few ways: one, they’re incredibly toxic to each other, and would probably take any opportunity to tear the other down (closest to canon I’ll ever be lol). Two, they’re mostly neutral on each other except for a soft spot.

They fight a lot. And by fight, I mean physically. UT enjoys a bit of action in his boring immortality, and Sebastian likes blowing off some steam with him. Sometimes, it’s fuelled by simple boredom, and other times they’re actually angry with each other. Neither would come away completely unscathed, but they never kill each other.

If they ever had a wedding, Undertaker would show up in a black dress for shock factor (he’d be giggling at the reactions) and Sebastian would wear a white suit. Or, hell, put them both in gorgeous, silky dresses! The concept of gender has no use when you’re an immortal being.

After visiting enough times, UT sets Sebastian up a room in the funeral parlour (or Sebastian stays in undertaker’s room). Sebastian constantly complains about how dusty and unclean it is, but he stays anyways. This, I think, would be GREAT for a modern au.

Another great opportunity for this ship: hate sex. Degradation mixed with some praise (UT’s ‘good boy’ in BOA is… something), roughness, choking, scratching, biting. The possibilities are endless.

Most likely, they are switches who fight to top (I am incredibly biased, however, because there’s just something about seeing the powerful demon be reduced to a mess when topped… so I will focus on this. My apologies 😞).

Once they both admit (or just know) they want to fuck each other, the undertaker wastes no time in asking for Seb’s ‘services’ in return for information. This most likely involves a BJ, where Undertaker purposefully makes a sticky mess of the other’s face, much to Sebastian’s dismay. Also, UT’s a little unnerving with how he stares and giggles quietly the entire time through it…

In the evening, once all his duties are completed and the premises are clearly safe, Seb visits UT for a late-night rendezvous, involving either being bent over a casket or an adrenaline-pumped fight. Or a mix of both. Any option has him limping away, until he heals before morning (which is slower than usual, considering UT is a reaper).

Undertaker loves to leave marks on Sebastian. Whether or not they’d stay was always a gamble. Sometimes, his bites remained at least long enough for him to see Sebastian out (usually the ones below the collar, rather conveniently…), and sometimes they’d heal soon. In reality, Sebastian also enjoyed the marks (despite his protesting stating otherwise), and simply adjusted what he healed and what he didn’t. While UT is definitely aware of this, he likes to pretend to not be.

While it’s hard to shake either of them (especially during sex, something Sebastian is an expert at for seduction purposes), somehow they surprise each other a lot. For example, Sebastian didn’t anticipate the undertaker - this ancient, utterly insane man - to pick him up by his thighs and slam his back against a wall without injuring himself in some way. Similarly, Undertaker never expected to be pushed onto his back on the floor, with Seb riding him, especially considering he still had his hand wrapped around the other’s throat.

Let me know what you think, or if you want any more! I adore doing these, and I hope you enjoy them too.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

I'm going to say something completely random and unhinged so prepare yourself.

But in the official Elden Ring manga, in this particular panel of Radahn, with how Leonard (the horse) is positioned and with his head is obscured by the mist/ash and it looks like Radahn is completely just hanging massive dong out on the field and I'm sorry I can't ever not unsee it now and had to share.

...thanks for coming to my TED talk I guess.

[trainer-blue]

top ten riddlers who i desire carnally . no. 1: clayface

[dont-f-with-moogles]

The Envelope (Part 2) (NSFW) Dazai x Reader 1261 words

Cold morning. A tentative blue threaded with pale clouds. Mist had gathered in the corners of the windows. The double doors remained closed for now; you still had time to unload the gleaming cups and saucers from the dishwasher. Your manager - Uzumaki’s renowned, veteran barista - passed by the counter. His mouth was pulled to the side as though he was suppressing an uncomfortable smile.

“I, ah… think someone is trying to call you.”

With a wave of his hand he gestured to the lit smartphone which lay, singing idly to itself, nestled between a tray of glasses and the petty cash tin. A leaden weight had settled in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t need to check to know who it was.

As you continued stacking the cups within a wall-mounted cupboard the phone’s melody ceased, only to be followed by the sound of a chime. One insistent ping followed another; a flurry of notifications without pause. With a pained sigh, you retrieved your phone. Refusing to scroll back and read the long reel of previous messages, your eyes settled on the most recent.

Not that I want you to rush back of course! It’s only a small fire after all.

There came the rapid tap of your thumbs in reply.

I told you this morning that I’m not coming back until after my shift.

Dropping the device down with a thud, you continued to put cups, glasses and cutlery away, all the while ignoring the series of shrill sounds which rang impatiently from your phone.

“Sounds like someone wants to talk to you,” the café owner observed, unlatching the double doors and releasing a flood of warm light into the long room. Rather than answer, you pretended to search for something in the dishwasher’s cutlery basket.

“Perhaps you ought to answer him?”

“What makes you think it’s a him?” you countered, looking up at just the wrong moment. The café manager’s smile was all-knowing. He was a people watcher; an inadvertent gatherer of secrets. He had held his position with quiet pride for many years, unobtrusively pouring coffee as the lives of his customers played out around him.

Lifting a small bag of sugar cubes, you began to refill the ceramic containers on the tables.

“...in any case, if you don’t answer, he might come up here.”

Hesitating, sugar tongs still in hand, you managed a derisive snort. It did not take long for your false bravado to cower upon itself. Thinking better of it, you stalked back to the counter to seize your phone.

I won’t be back til 6. Grab a shower or a coffee or some fresh bandages if you have indeed set fire to yourself - whatever you need, but don’t wait for me to get back. Spare key in the teapot.

The device had hardly touched the surface when its screen glowed in response.

Good to know there’s another spare. I took the key you hid in the sconce. Think I’ll hang onto it ;)

You do that. Think I’ll have the locks changed.

Ah! You’re driving me insane! <3

“Miss?”

“Coming!” you called, relieved by the distraction. A steady queue of customers had formed from the cash register, snaking out into the hallway beyond. Stifling a yawn, you poured coffee into paper cups, adding a dash of milk here; a shot of syrup there. Plastic lids were fastened on in succession. You stretched your arms and arched your aching back. Names were penned on cardboard. The morning rush was always this busy, only to be followed by… silence. There was the respite after the madness. The calm before the storm. Only a visit from your rather irregular regulars could break up the monotony now. The Armed Detectives from the fourth floor, with their wild antics and raucous laughter… You ground your teeth. Not that you were thinking about him though. Not that you were, even now, considering checking your phone for his messages. Too often you had witnessed those poor souls who fell for his superficial charms. They would weep, helpless, struggling to comprehend the reason for his sudden absence. How ignorant they were, never knowing he had already moved on to his next person of interest…

Even as you stood, reasoning so calmly with yourself, your hand was inciting a mutiny against your mind and body. You reached for your phone again.

Ditch work. Tell the boss you have a headache and need to stay in bed ;)

I think he might see through that brilliant scheme?

Cruel mistress! Don’t make me beg :(

This is on you. I’m not making you do anything.

Three little dots danced, taunting, as he crafted his reply. You set the device to one side each time the café owner strode past. It was more than your job’s worth to be caught sending messages to one of your regular customers.

As the manager stooped to clear one of the tables, your phone buzzed irritably.

Don’t pretend. And for the record, I hate being made to wait.

Wait for what exactly? You smiled; it wasn’t like you to behave so coyly but, somehow, his persistence had reeled you in like a spider’s silk.

Seriously? Don’t forget that I’d been trapped behind bars for WEEKS. You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you in there. I thought last night was all I needed but holy fuck, I already miss your pussy…

The weight in your stomach shifted. Something sparked, like flint on stone.

It’s 9:28 am! We’ve only just opened.

Well what time does your pussy open? Cause I’m

Heat flooded your cheeks. You felt your pulse beating in your throat; blood roared thunderously in your ears. You looked up - another poorly-timed gesture - to witness Ranpo glance away thoughtfully, his finger tapping his chin. The detective who saw through everything.

You dropped your phone with a clatter.

“I thought the temperature was mild today,” he observed dryly, such was his way of small talk. “Is it hot in here?”

“Yes,” you answered automatically, placing your phone face down before you could read the rest of Dazai’s message. Given the brief glimpse of the words hard scream beg and gag you could only assume it contained some tangible threats. You dusted down your black skirt self-consciously and reached to tighten the fastening in your hair, remembering that you had been forced to wear it loose today. Only its dark curtain, as it swung about the white frill of your collar, could hide the blemishes he had left upon your skin the night before. Incriminating marks which had branded you as his.

“Sorry, I uh- Let me pass you a menu-”

“Sweet curry,” Ranpo declared without pause. “And, not that it’s any of my business, but Dazai thrives on dysfunction. Nothing bores him more than having his own schemes go smoothly. I wouldn’t be so quick to give him the replies he wants.”

You gaped in astonishment. “That’s not- that’s-”

“One doesn’t need ultra deduction to read it in your distracted demeanour; the way you’re repeatedly picking your phone up, cursing to yourself… we’ve seen it all before. It’s the Dazai effect. Not to mention the circles under your eyes, your constant yawning…”

“Plus those hickeys speak for themselves.” Yosano had appeared behind him. “Pour us both a coffee - you look like you need it.”

Ruefully brushing your hair down against your neck, you turned away, poured out two cups and grabbed a blue Ramune from the fridge. What had ever made you think that sleeping with Osamu Dazai would have gone unnoticed by a group of professional detectives?

Part 1 (tw)

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Revenge | Levi Smut Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.1k ✧ content/warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, minors interacting will be blocked, filth, public sex, frustrated and horny levi, revenge sex, creampies, fingering, levi being a mean dom ✧ notes ➼ scenario version to these hcs, my debut as a sin queen to complement the angst queen because im perpetually horny and sad skdfjkdsf

Levi had enough of your shit. It was bad enough that you had been pestering him about doing something "more special" for your anniversary (as if a drive to your favorite spot on the docks as you sipped on your favorite drink wasn't already reserved for special occasions), but you also decided to whip out some dress you had been hiding somewhere that's had Levi feeling on edge ever since he saw you put it on.

It wasn't fair. How dare you come out of the house, wearing a fitted dress that barely covered your ass, while shooting suggestive looks at Levi all night when you knew he couldn't do anything until you got home? How dare you continue to brush your hands up against his thigh, with your fingers lingering over the hem of his pants, only to pull away as soon as he reacted? How dare you come out to seduce him nonstop for hours and expect him to not pay you back?

The door slammed shut behind you but neither of you paid enough attention to bother locking it. Before you could even playfully ask what Levi was up to (despite already fully knowing what he was intending to do), he had you pinned up against the wall.

He finally used one hand to grab at your ass, finally able to feel you through that dress that he just wanted to rip off you. His hand slid underneath your dress, given how short it was, as he lifted your leg to wrap around him. His other hand pinned both your wrists above your head as his kisses moved from your lips to your jaw and finally to that sweet spot on your neck.

He had you mewling under him as he kissed and bit at you, sinking his teeth into your flesh, sending chills throughout your entire body. You shuddered as you began to feel your wetness pool at your panties.

He gradually let go of your wrists, but it wasn't because he was setting you free. Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers brushing over your heat, and you felt yourself almost losing it once he started whispering into your ear.

"So wet for me already, love," he mumbled, biting at your earlobe.

You let out a shaky exhale as you felt him push your panties to the side as his fingers drifted over your core, with him gently flicking at your clit, a malicious grin appearing on his face once he saw your reaction. He'd press his fingers against you without ever fully entering you and you'd feel yourself trying to thrust your hips towards him, but he had you pinned firmly against the wall. You weren't going anywhere.

"L-Levi, please..." you whined.

"Please what?" he'd respond.

"...stop teasing me-"

You were cut off as he began to rub circles against your clit as you gripped at the back of his hair. He resumed biting into your neck as you finally felt him fully insert his middle and then index finger into you, hooking his fingers so that he was rubbing that sweet spot of yours.

It was scary how quickly he was able to bring you to the edge of an orgasm. He knew all the right movements and what areas stimulated you the most as his thumb continued to draw circles over your clit and his fingers pumped in and out of you. He bit at your neck harder and harder.

"Cum for me," he whispered as he sunk his teeth into your neck once more as he felt your body clench for him as you came all over his hand. "That's a good girl..."

Before you even had a chance to reorient yourself to reality, he roughly picked you up and sat you on the counter. With your panties still pushed to the side and your pussy glistening, he felt his own body shudder once his cock slipped smoothly into you.

You let out a loud moan as you suddenly felt him stretching you and he smacked his hand over your mouth to silence you, using his other arm to pull you in by the waist as he began thrusting in and out of you, with his speed and intensity matching his frustration.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his hips continued to slam against yours, with the sound of skin on skin echoing through the small bathroom that you had completely forgotten was left unlocked for anyone to walk in on.

You gripped at his shoulders as the tip of his cock continuously pounded against your cervix and you felt your body begin to shake again as you clenched around him.

"Cumming already?" he teased, which only made you grip at him even harder.

He brought his hand that was covering your mouth down to your pussy, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you. You had to bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to muffle your screams and the noises he was drawing out of you, but it wasn't as effective as you thought it would be.

"Open," he growled at you as his hand approached your mouth again. Right as you parted your lips, you felt him shoving his index and middle finger into your mouth, tasting yourself on him.

He chuckled as he saw you at his complete mercy and the sight made him come closer and closer to his own euphoric edge. His thrusts got harder and sloppier, with his hair sticking onto his forehead from sweat as your bodies stuck to each other. He was holding you completely against him as he continued to drill into your pussy until you came so hard that your vision momentarily went black.

He removed his hand and immediately crashed his lips against yours, immediately shoving his tongue into your mouth right as he did one final thrust as he came inside you. You felt his cock twitching inside you and he finally seperated his lips from yours, panting heavily. He looked at you with dilated pupils before giving you a final gentle and tender kiss.

Your breathing gradually stabilized as you watched him pull out of you. However, before you could even stand up off the counter, he immediately pulled your panties back over your dripping pussy with a dark look in his eyes.

"You can wait to clean up until we get home, right?" he sneered at you as he began walking towards the door after running his fingers through his fair to make it fall back into place.

"Dinner hasn't even been served yet."

constantly mentally getting railed by levi jdkfjdk

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[lapdogchase]

SICK of you people. Silencing you

[forslimslime]

Show Me a Good Loser, and I’ll Show You a Loser

JSchlatt x Fem!Reader | N.SFW, mdni | ~1.2k words

derogatory language, humiliation kink, dom!schlatt (kinda), slapping, use of 'sir'

Summary: A new agreement with Schlatt leads to an intense night.

You mentally kicked yourself for coming up with this stupid idea. This is the second time this week you found yourself on your knees for Schlatt. You both are both stubborn people often butting heads in petty arguments neither of you want to back down from. You proposed a solution to let off any residual steam from these minor squabbles -- loser gives head.

On Monday, you and Schlatt fought over how to correctly load bowls in the dishwasher. The stupid manual sided with him, leading to your head pinned between his hips and the kitchen cabinets.

"I could get used to this," he said after coming down your throat. He gave a light slap to your cheek and finished loading the dishwasher.

Tuesday provided a victory.

"I know for a fact it's your turn to do laundry this week," you argued. You reach across the bed to grab your phone and hastily scroll through your texts to find some evidence.

"No, it isn't! I know I did it last because I remember handwashing your lingerie set," Schlatt retorted. He crossed his arms from his position in front of you.

Your eyes catch some movement. "I can see you getting hard, hun. But you're not gonna get any because I know I'm right." You finally find the text laying out the chores for the last two weeks.

"See!" You shove your phone in Schlatt's face with a smile, "You literally said that this week is your turn to do laundry. Also, I wore that lingerie set two weeks ago, not last week."

Schlatt's eyes read over the text and his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Fucking hell. Yeah, you're right," he sighs and tugs at your pajama shorts. "Take these fucking things off," he grumbles.

Today, however, was not as rewarding. Another quarrel over a fact about an actor and you're relegated to your knees. You could only manage to glare up at Schlatt as you bob your head up and down his cock. The smug motherfucker isn't even looking at you, eyes focused on the TV while occasionally taking a swig from the bottle of beer in his right hand. The only signal of pleasure you see from him besides his hard cock in your mouth is the hitch in his breath every time you tongue the tip.

Schlatt brings his left hand down to the back of your head, pumping you up and down at his own pace. You will yourself to take him deeper. You snake a hand down between your thighs to feel at your core. The slick instantly coats your fingers and you moan when you brush at your clit.

Immediately, you feel a sting at your scalp as Schlatt grips your hair and pulls you off his cock. You gasp a breath and he jerks your head back, your chin tilting up.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asks with amusement, "I don't think that's part of the agreement, sweetheart."

"No, I-" your sentence is cut off by the light slap of his cock on your face. You wince as he deals a few more, a mixture of your saliva and his precum smears on your skin.

Schlatt laughs at your grimacing face before smacking his tip to your lips. You open your mouth, offering your tongue to him.

"Good girl," he breaths before feeding his cock back into your mouth. "I better not see you touching yourself again, alright?" You nod.

He lets go of your head and leans back into the couch. You continue sucking his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and over the vein that runs along the length. The sounds of the TV are incoherent to your ears as you focus on pleasuring him.

A few taps to your hollowed cheeks snaps you out of your daze.

"Come up here," Schlatt huffs while setting down his beer.

You rise from your position on the floor to sit on his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. You hiss when your pussy touches his slick member. Schlatt wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a deep kiss. One of his hands is still cold from the beer bottle and the chill sends shivers up your spine as he palms at your ass.

He breaks away and maneuvers you to face the other direction. Your back presses against his chest. You can feel his deep breaths rising and falling. Two hands grip the backs of your knees and raise them up and your hands scramble for balance in the couch cushions. You whimper as you're folded against his chest. He shifts you slightly and you feel the tip of his cock poking against your entrance.

"Babe," You whine, "I don't think this is part of the agreement either."

"Shhh... Be my good girl and take it," he whispers into your ear as he sinks you down his length. You mewl as he inches deeper and deeper in you. Schlatt pauses when he is fully in, relishing in the way your walls pulse around his cock. The way your body is folded gives you a clear view of his cock enveloped in your pussy.

Then suddenly, he's bucking up into you and setting a punishing pace. You ragdoll against his torso, unable to do anything against his grip on your thighs or the fast thrusts of his hips.

"Fuck," he mutters against your neck. He kisses your jaw as he thrusts up into you and you clench around him in response.

"God, you're so fucking tight. I bet you said whatever dumb thing came to your head earlier just so I can fuck you stupid like this," Schlatt pants. You only manage a whine in response.

His thrusts slow down and his cock slips out. "Hold your leg," he says and in your stupor, you manage to release your grip on his left arm to obey his instruction.

His free hand slides down to his cock and pushes himself back into you. His hand doesn't move back to your leg. Instead, the pads of his fingers rapidly swipe at your clit, pulling a yelp from your mouth. The sudden friction at your swollen bud brings you close to orgasm and you feel the pressure building at your core. Schlatt, then, lifts his hand away with a chuckle.

"Were you close?" he taunts, "Should I let this pussy cum?" He brings his hand down to deliver a harsh slap at your cunt. The sting almost brings you over the edge. His cock continues to pump in and out of you.

"Please," you cry, "please, please, please."

"Please, what?" He delivers more light smacks in quick succession over your clit and it takes all your energy not to scream.

Tears are streaming down your face. "Please let this pussy cum, sir," you sob.

You feel Schlatt's muscles jerk and his hips stutter in surprise. He didn't expect you to respond like that. He lets out a deep growl before jackhammering up into you.

"You can have whatever you fucking want if you keep calling me that," he rumbles. Schlatt circles your clit again at a dizzying pace. The pressure at your core builds. Every muscle in your body tightens as you feel the white heat of your orgasm envelop you.

You go limp against Schlatt. His cock pumps frantically into you and his hips stutter before he bottoms out one last time into your wet heat. You can feel his cock pulse as his cum coats your walls.

You both relax into the couch, chests heaving.

Schlatt chuckles into your hair, "You have the best fucking ideas, toots."

A/N:

Didn't read it over and edit it like I usually do so if there are glaring mistakes, my B!

Bro, like imagine the couch fucking in this fic to be like the reverse cowgirl section of the Kimmy Granger Likes it Rough video. His choice of porn just shows how much of a sadistic dom he is LMFAO

Thanks for reading! Open to any requests about Charlie Slimecicle and JSchlatt.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

I'm gonna do it. I'm going to say something very brave since no one else will. I'll stand up to that bat.

I'd fuck the ever loving shit out of that bugman. I will top the bugman if no one else will. I don't care if he drinks people. Bitch drink me. I can live the last few seconds of my life as a crinkled raisin man, I'll be at perfectly at peace looking like dried up SpongeBob because it'll be worth it.

Send post.

[trainer-blue]

someone should write fisk/ohnn smut but no one’s ready for that rn

[eustasskidagenda]

◇headcanons

n.sfw

nsfw alphabet

with a s/o afraid of having sex

pegging hcs

after being teased all the day

sfw

with a s/o painting his nails

with an autistic s/o who loves to infodump

going to the beach with his s/o

with a s/o slow to open up

with a s/o who has little cooking experience

texting (partly nsfw)

with a s/o who has selective mutism

◇oneshot

n.sfw

anger release

losing your virginity to eustass kid

with a s/o who has a robotic arm

getting pegged for the first time

sfw

phantom pains crisis

kid trying to take care of a drunk s/o

◇drabbles

coming soon

[grimmweepers]

𝐁𝐘𝐅/𝐃𝐍𝐈

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[copiawife]

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🖤 blair/bebe/babette. 21. they/it. bi ficto aroace agender femme.

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[ayakoito]

Role Play Comfort Zone!

A valuable meme for any roleplayer! Come display your comfort levels so your roleplay partners are aware of what they can do, and of what they should avoid! A healthy relationship between role-play partners is the key to a good time! While this meme shows the basics, please remember to communicate with your roleplay partners! REPOST DON’T REBLOG!

Key: BOLD = Yes. Normal = Okay/Ask me about it. Strike = No.

tagged by: stolen from @reevezs ♥

tagging: you ♥

ROLEPLAY BASICS

LOCATIONS I am comfortable doing:

tumblr

email

kik, im

google docs

skype

forum

other

PARTICIPANTS I am comfortable with:

One on one roleplays. 

Up to three people.

Up to four people.

Five or more people!

As big as possible!

POST LENGTH I usually write about:

One or two sentences. (a few exceptions like our muses texting each other etc <- i steal)

One or two paragraphs.

Two to five paragraphs.

More than five paragraphs. (rarely)

A few pages worth.

I AM COMFORTABLE ROLE-PLAYING WITH PEOPLE WHO WRITE:

One or two sentences. (again, a few exceptions <- i steal again)

One or two paragraphs.

Two to five paragraphs.

More than five paragraphs.

A few pages worth. 

Write me a book.

ROLE-PLAY REQUESTS I like getting requests from:

Anyone and everyone at any time! 

When I ask for roleplays.

From friends and acquaintances.

From friends only.

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS ** IMPORTANT: Communication is the key to a real life relationship, it shouldn’t be abandoned for a fictional one either! Be sure to talk to your partners when considering romance

SHIPPING I am comfortable shipping my characters:

Never.

If our characters know each other deeply. 

If our characters know each other deeply, and I know I can trust the role-player.

At the first sign of flirting! 

Only if the role-player and I plan it.

It’s situational to each character.

If you want to ship with my characters:

Talk to me about it from the start. (there must be some kind of chemistry)

Talk to me about it once our characters know each other.

Talk to me about it once they both have some feelings for each other.

Talk to me about it when they finally decide that want to go beyond hugging.

Talk to me anytime - there’s no requirement.

SPEED When shipping my characters, I like the romance to happen:

Swift as lightning!

Fast, but not super fast.

Happens in about three months.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Slugs know what’s up!

My relationships know no speed. They happen if they happen.

SMUT When my characters get intimate, I prefer:

To skip the act entirely. (gimme all the details!!)

To write the build up, but skip the act.

To write the act only if it is very special, but otherwise, skip it.

To write the act all the way through.

ROMANTIC ARTWORK When it comes to artwork depicting our relationship please:

Do not post it at all without talking to me.

Post it if it is cuddles and hugs.

Post it if it is kisses.

Post it if it is N.SFW.

Only post it if it depicts N.SFW privately between us.

Do not post it at all if it depicts sexual acts!

Do not post it where I can see it, but draw what you like!

DRAMATICS ** Important: Always be sure to communicate with your partner individually if you think you are about to go outside their comfort zones even just the slightest bit!

VIOLENCE When it comes to violent situations, I am comfortable with:

No violence at all!

I’m fine with verbal arguments!

Some violence, like a paper cut, or an accidental elbow to the face.

Mild violence, such as punching, kicking, hair pulling.

Violence, such as stabbings.

Beyond violence, such as torture and more. (depends)

If you are going to do something violent, please:

Don’t do it at all.

Talk to me about it first.

Surprise me!

DRAMATIC ARTWORK:

Do not post any dramatic scenes that happened between our characters.

Talk to me about it before posting!

Post what you like!

[themuseandantarctica]

* 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏

sentence starters from christopher isherwood’s novel a single man. change however necessary.

tw: death, drugs, age gaps (between adults, no pedo.philia), some n.sfw text

i'm afraid of being rushed.

why? why? is it some cosmic entity, some arch-tyrant who tries to blind us to his very existence by setting us against our natural allies, the fellow victims of his tyranny?

such questions are hard to take seriously. they seem so academic.

intolerable old [name], always absolutely in the right, and crazy.

oh well, i expect it'll last our time.

the question "is this playacting or does he really hate us?" never occurs to them.

put them back, now! back! put them back!

i never hear the noise children make -- just as long as it's a happy noise.

do they know that they are afraid? no. but they are very afraid.

among many other kinds of monster, they are afraid of little me.

even when they are geniuses in spite of it, their masterpieces are invariably warped.

[name] wasn't a substitute for anything. and there is no substitute for [name], if you'll forgive my saying so, anywhere.

would you possibly be free tonight?

poor man, living there all alone. he has a kind face.

idiots -- fooled them again!

what is he up to?

these people are not amusing. they should never be dealt with amusingly. they understand only one language: brute force.

but does [name] want to be obeyed? doesn't he prefer to be defied so he can go on killing and killing -- since all these people are just vermin and the more of them that die the better?

no time to worry about that now.

it is a slander to say that they are identical.

the only ism i believe in is abstract expressionism.

is this some supersubtlety?

let's see if that old robot'll know the difference.

will any of them make it? oh, sure. one, at least. two or three at most.

you're always paying.

[name] wanted me to ask you, sir -- we were wondering if you could manage to get out to us again before too long?

won't this keep happening to him all through his life? won't he keep getting himself involved in the wrong kind of game, the kind of game he was never born to play, against an opponent who is quick and clever and merciless?

sorry, sir -- i lost you for a minute there.

they look as if they were ready at any minute to switch from studying to ditchdigging or gang fighting.

she has the look of a divorcee.

how can i impress, flatter or otherwise con this cantankerous old thing into giving me a good grade?

i must say, i don't see how anyone can pretend to be interested in a novel when he doesn't even stop to ask himself what its title means.

it's not much fun being beautiful for ever and ever, when you can't even wake up and look at yourself in a mirror.

well, what does [name] want them to say it's about? they'll say it's about anything he likes, anything at all.

wow! i don't dig that jazz.

what do we need eternity for, anyway?

the stupidest text in the bible is, 'they hated me without a cause.'

a minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority, real or imagined.

it's better if we admit to disliking and hating them than if we try to smear our feelings over with pseudo-liberal sentimentality.

why, you wouldn't recognize love if you met it! you'd suspect love!

well, after all, what else can you expect?

is this sheer idiocy or slyness?

i keep remembering that beautiful accent. it's like music.

i have to go down to the book shop.

you don't have any of those capsules left now, do you?

i bet, even if you had seen god, you wouldn't tell us.

someone has to ask you a question before you can answer it. but it's so seldom you find anyone who'll ask the right questions. most people aren't that much interested…

a place where the police are angels has to be an insane asylum.

the not-understanding, the readiness to remain at cross-purposes, is in itself a kind of intimacy.

isn't it some tiny satisfaction to be of use, instead of helping to turn out useless consumer goods?

just the same, it is a deadly bore and, to be frank, a wee bit distasteful.

want to go? we might ask him some awkward questions.

now we have with us a far more terrible fear, the fear of survival.

[name] stood me up. talk to me.

they're being cheated out of their childhood. they're being turned into junior consumers!

how can you talk such incredible nonsense?

that fills them with fury and loathing because they can never understand it.

essentially we're creatures of spirit. our life is all in the mind.

the nurses at the reception desk are pleasant, too. they don't fuss you with a lot of questions.

i am woman. i am bitch-mother nature. the church and the law and the state exist to support me.

i was screaming. they heard me clear down the hall.

it seems as if they can't bear to leave anything the way it used to be.

where's that fucking nurse?

if you'll just step outside for a moment. this won't take any time at all.

did she mean goodbye?

it will be a good christmas, the merchants predict.

i am alive, i am alive!

you old ass, who are you trying to seduce?

there is always an atmosphere of leisureliness in this place.

these things just kill me. man!

nobody is bitchy here, or ill-tempered, or inquisitive.

even up here, they are building dozens of new houses. this area is getting suburban.

the supermarket is still open; it won't close till midnight.

who says i have to be brave? who depends on me now? who cares?

look -- is it too late to change my mind? about tonight?

who can it be at this hour?

they might notice something queer about me, and you'd feel ashamed.

hey -- you can't die here! ain't this heaven?

the author gets slightly vague, so i've had to improvise a bit. i mean, he doesn't come right out and say so, but i have a suspicion that one's supposed to make it with human flesh. actually, i've used leftovers from a joint…

i've already made two new year's resolutions -- only they're effective immediately. the first is, i'm going to admit i loathe bourbon.

you know, i sometimes think, about you, whenever you do something really sweet, you're ashamed of it afterwards!

how many times, when [name] and i came to visit you -- sulking, avoiding each other's eyes, talking to each other only through you -- did you somehow bring us together again by the sheer power of your unawareness that anything was wrong?

he has made up his mind, really and truly. he wants a complete break.

i know you think he hasn't behaved well to me, [name]. i don't blame you for thinking that.

i betrayed you, [name]; i betrayed our life together.

i keep wondering just when it began to go wrong.

so here we are, just the two of us. just you and me.

i mean, until i've done that, i won't feel everything's really over. you have to do something to convince yourself.

i never wanted to live alone, [name].

how can you pretend you don't love it? and you miss it -- you wish you were back there -- you know you do.

i'm not sure how i should like that part of it.

whatever you say about it, darling, you always make it sound so marvelously romantic.

what's the harm? it's fun. it adds a new dimension to being drunk.

[name] not enjoying himself? he was having the ball of his life!

we were always making plans like that. we hardly ever told other people about them, even you. maybe that was because we knew in our hearts they were crazy.

no, [name], cross my heart, i am honestly not being bitchy!

feeling guilty's no reason for staying or going. the point is, do you want to go?

i think i shall go back, [name]. i dread it -- but i'm beginning to think i really shall.

i had to tell her at once, right after it happened. otherwise, i'd have been so afraid she'd find out for herself, in some uncanny way, and that would have been too shaming.

the past is just something that's over.

i can't stand anymore indecision. i've got to burn my boats, this time.

i should hate so to leave you, [name].

we could get drunk and earn money at the same time.

do women ever stop trying?

you are drunk. oh, you stupid old thing, how dare you get so drunk?

oh, the bloody battles and the sidewalk vomitings!

seashells are still less easy to find here than discarded rubbers.

it was nothing. only a poem.

but imagine your happening to pick on this particular bar!

do you really think i'd be such an idiot as to try to buy drinks for a minor?

you could invite him to stay the night at your place. tell him you'll drive him back in the morning.

you can talk about anything and change the subject as often as you like.

that's the trouble. i don't know what is important and what isn't.

the past doesn't really matter to most kids my age. when we talk like it does, we're just being polite.

maybe i will. maybe i'll get mad at you.

if you and i are no different, what do we have to give each other? how can we ever be friends?

whatever made me tell you all that? am i drunk or something?

i, personally, have gotten steadily sillier and sillier and sillier.

well, i'm not bluffing -- so what are we waiting for? you weren't bluffing, were you?

that's enough for now!

they ought not to let you out on your own, ever. you're liable to get into real trouble.

don't be an idiot. you'd get pneumonia.

you don't even have a cat or a dog or anything?

i believe you've discovered the secret of the perfect life!

getting married? no. that's out.

i don't believe you're that much interested whether i marry [name] or not. i think you want to ask me something different.

so now she's called the whole thing off?

you aren't exactly sober, if you don't mind my saying so.

and now get me another drink.

i suppose you've decided i'm a dirty old man?

don't you have a glimmering of how i must feel -- longing to speak?

the point is -- here am i and here are you -- and for once, there' s no one to disturb us.

it's the enormous tragedy of everything nowadays: flirtation. flirtation instead of fucking, if you'll pardon my coarseness.

thought maybe i'd better split, after all.

that was great, this evening. let's do it again, shall we? or don't you believe in repeating things?

quick -- we need a substitute!

yes, i am crazy. that is my secret; my strength. and i'm about to get much crazier.

what if [name] has been scared off? what if he doesn't come back?

this is where he found [name]. he believes he will find another [name] here. he doesn't know it, but he has started looking already.

but is all of [name] altogether present here?

how can such a variety of creatures coexist at all?

both will have to be carted away and disposed of, before too long.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

I mean this in the most respectful, applauding, positive way possible with what I'm about to say:

18 totally pegs Krillin, she completely spoils him too 100%

You're going to look at them and tell me I'm wrong? 🤨 they're the most healthiest, supportive couple in the entire show for plethora of reasons but like yeah this is also one of them.

[trainer-blue]

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