#need to not leave Jack alone during such a vulnerable time

[spotinthespiral]

Gonna post sum Ryan art soon, probably including a headcanoned design for Young Jack too. Just... in the works hehe-

[edandstede]

racist fucks out here acting like ed is doomed to become abusive like his father, like he is a violent monster, as if his arc isn’t about learning that he isn’t a monster at all but just a man. how are you looking at ed accepting himself, overcoming feeling like he’s the literal kraken, that he’s loveable and worthy of compassion and kindness even when he thinks the worst of himself, and drawing the conclusion that he’s an irredeemable thug - which is, by the way, what every fucking villain and antagonist thinks of him. you’re aligning your view of him with the bad guys, y’know, the ones who call him a donkey, low-born, and try goading him into violence over and over again because they think that’s all he’s worth? and yeah that includes izzy, because he did that too, it’s 90% of what he fucking did, treating him like he only deserved to live if he was performing hyper masculinity the entire time and the second he stopped he was worse than dead.

we are supposed to feel sorry for ed. the way he feels is heartbreaking. he was abandoned, had his worst fears confirmed to him by stede leaving and izzy pressing on the wound in the worst possible way, and then he fell completely into depression and suicidal ideation. he thinks it’s all he’s good for. he can’t be loved, he hates himself, he’s just the dick who killed his dad and nobody wants him for him. how can you see this very obvious spelled-out agony in him and say “hey, that guy is gonna abuse the man he loves, he’s an abuser just like his dad” you guys are just absolute bottom of the barrel scumbag dickheads, you really really are. you could not be more blatantly racist. you know damn well the show is not saying what you’re claiming it is.

also, insisting that he would ever hurt stede is just completely ignoring every single fucking thing about him. ed would never. the only fucking time stede is physically hurt by ed is when he wakes up from literal death and headbutts him. that’s it. i think we can all agree he didn’t even know what planet he was on when that occurred, and he petulantly says “good it was supposed to hurt” during a squabble that ends with stede telling ed he loves everything about him. pull the other one if you think this was ever framed as ed seriously wanting to hurt stede and not an incredibly hurt and vulnerable man still acting on a half-dead brain.

like for fuck’s sake this is the same man who hides under stede’s robe and presses his head to stede’s hand when he cries after telling him - the only person he has EVER TOLD - about killing his dad. he tells stede about the plot to kill him, and he cannot do it. he can’t lift a finger to him, he never would. he holds stede’s face with both hands when he kisses him and tells him he loves him. he brings him breakfast with a bit of twine on ‘cause he panicked and thought it needed a flourish. he rubs stede’s cashmere against his cheek. the first thing he says makes his life worth living is warmth. he imagines stede with a big goofy sweet grin and gold sparkly goldfish tail coming to save his life. he just wants to retire and have his inn with the man he loves and not worry about stede ever being in a near-death situation again. he wants stede to be safe with him. at no point are we remotely told in the text that we should be genuinely worried ed will ever, ever physically hurt stede. he protects this man with his WHOLE BODY twice and signs an act of grace to avoid him being shot. he tries to get ned to leave him alone when they’re being tortured. he jumps off the boat with jack to swim back to him and he rows back to the republic to find stede too.

he loves stede, would never hurt him, and you’re all just fucking sour your fav died and you’re saying any old shite as a result. swear to god if i catch one more of you even so much as insinuating ed is abusive i’m gonna start lobbing off toes as well.

[ramblingandwritings]

Vergil NSFT alphabet

18+ for filth. If your blog says you're a minor then you're gonna get blocked

It hit me that I never wrote one of these for Vergil and I needed to fix that

A = Aftercare

Bathing is what he prefers. Being able to touch you casually and show affection without feeling awkward is an absolute joy for him. Since it's usually the end of the night, it's also time for the two of you to relax together

He actually needs aftercare, he won't admit to it easily, but he needs the closeness. Leaving him alone for too long after sex hurts him, he starts feeling used and ashamed

He doesn't want to come across as needy or weak in your eyes so he won't mention it under normal circumstances

B = Body Part

He's not picky in either case

C = Cum

Always inside unless you want something else. He stays buried in you until he has to pull out or he's hard enough for another round

Hates condoms, but he'll wear them if you prefer them

If he's in his devil form, he cums way more. Enough that it rushes out around his cock

D = Dirty Secret

He's just as filthy and depraved as Dante, it takes trust to bring it out of him though

E = Experience

Vergil has had only one or two partners before you. He has an idea of what to do and what he likes in theory but not much practical experience

F = Favourite Positions

Wrapped lotus and full nelson. Missionary is fine, but he does worry about accidentally crushing you and it keeps him from fully relaxing into it

G = Goofy

Surprisingly, not as serious as you'd figure when he gets comfortable in the relationship. He keeps his snarky sense of humor and quick wit

H = Hair

He's not hairless like V is, but his hair is so light and thin, it's hardly noticeable

I = Intimacy

Once he gets comfortable being fully vulnerable he'll fully admit to loving you and showing tenderness

Even during rough sex, he retains a hidden sweetness. He trusts you to tell him if you're uncomfortable with something, but he still checks in just in case

J = Jack-Off

Not often. He prefers to come to you to take care of any needs that might arise

K = Kink

Edging, orgasm denial, shibari, bondage, domination, overstimulation

L = Location

Anywhere private, where no one can hear or walk in

M = Motivation

Being bratty towards him gets him going pretty fast. He'll fuck the attitude right out of you until you're good to him again

N = No

Doesn't enjoy pain play or blood play. He won't let you collar him either. Anything that reminds him of his time as Nelo Angelo is off the table

He doesn't want to use his sin devil trigger. There's just too many risks involved for him to feel comfortable

O = Oral

He'll hold your hips down to keep you from going anywhere until he's through with you. He'll moan against you if you pull his hair

You're not gonna be able to fit him in your mouth and he knows it. He'll laugh at you if you repeatedly try it

P = Pace

Rough and slow

Q = Quickie

Not into it. He can wait til later and he expects you to be able to wait too

R = Risk

Down to experiment, even willing to bring out his lesser devil trigger if you think you can take it

Doppelgangers too

S = Stamina

There's no chance in hell you'll outlast him, even on your best day. If you challenge that then you're not leaving the house any time soon

T = Toy

Doesn't really care for many of them especially vibrators. It's not jealousy or anything like that, they just don't appeal to him

He's fine using cock rings if you'd like him to

U = Unfair

Like V, he can tolerate being denied for a long time, but he can outlast his other half. He can handle being edged and denied for over a month before he has to tap out. The downside is near the end, he starts getting agitated towards everyone that's not you

If you choose to make him wait like that, know turnabout is fair play and he doesn't show mercy

V = Volume

Pretty quiet until he starts getting close to cumming. The exception to this is if you're blowing his back out, then he gets loud quick

The louder he can make you get, the more amused he is

W = Wild Card

He's very interested in predator/prey play. Vergil gives you a head start, but there's no escaping him. He doesn't care about playing fair, he'll gladly trick in front of you just to mess with you

X = X-Ray

Uncut and thick as hell. His cock clocks nine inches easy and curves upward slightly

Y = Yearning

Vergil has a sex drive to rival Dante. Until fairly recently, he's had no reason to use it so he mostly ignored it

Z = ZZZ

He stays awake long enough to read a couple chapters in whatever book he's currently reading. He has a hard time sleeping even when he's tired, it's a way to help him wind down

[dairy-farmer]

Jason and vulnerable Tim scenario 1

While stalking Tim in preparation for the titan's tower debacle. Jason discovers that Tim lives alone. Now there are a lot of options for traumatizing a vulnerable robin and get revenge on Bruce.

Through threats and blackmail directed at tim + some bribes and forgeries, Jason takes on the identity of uncle Ed and gets a restraining order against Bruce. Tim is now basically his property, and he can't be robin if he's spending all his after-school hours getting his holes broken in.

No need to sacrifice his criminal empire. He can just keep his living fleshlight on his lap during meetings, or bent over his desk while Tim has to do homework. Jason of course takes education very seriously, so Tim has to attend class even with an obscenely pregnant belly. Jason has always wanted a large family.

!!!! yessssss yes yes yes!!!!!

jason comes up with the idea of becoming tim's fake uncle in a stroke of genius while devising his other plans. jason can break in and beat tim senseless, can reach him anywhere bruce tries to hide him and maybe will even wait for bruce to send tim away to "protect" him just for jason to reach him anyway and show bruce how powerless he really is against an unrelenting force. but realizing tim lives alone? that there's no legal guardian or adult present after his father has been killed because the gotham social system is so backed up by cases that it slips under the radar especially since tim's case is marked low priority by his case worker when jason breaks into the offices for his file.

bruce has assumed that tim's custody has been taken care of and tim has a guardian that presumably he can still slip to be robin and tim hasn't told him otherwise about his empty apartment and dwindling food in his fridge while tim awaits his father's life insurance policy payout.

the two aren't communicating or talking to each other about shit as important as this, leaving a huge mile-wide gap in their partnership, more than enough room for jason to just...slip it.

tim is easy enough to corner, he lives alone after all. the first time jason breaks in his fake uncle plan hadn't even begun to blosoom. he'd just broken in to get the kid on edge, make him think he was being robbed by a home invader and he was all by himself. robin or not the jolt of fear or dread would hit any kid the moment they realized they were on their own against an intruder in their home. jason doesn't fuck him up too much, not wanting to tip off bruce. but he does fuck him up a little...well more like jason just fucks him. tim is squirmy but his baby cunt is tight and hot as jason fucks him hard and fast where he pinned him down on his bed. a few nights later he returns to do the same and little timmy is so sleep deprived from staying up the previous nights that he can't fight back.

then, when jason is in the shower, letting the water run down his back while jacking off and thinking about the vice of tim's cunt- that's when the idea hits him.

it's genius.

drawing up papers and making up a fake uncle to get custody of tim granted to him. trapping tim close and allowing him to hurt bruce with the whole 'you're an older man who isn't family trying to get close to my nephew???'. jason could make up lies as the concerned uncle and get a restraining order on bruce and how that would infuriate him because as brucie he still forced himself to abide by the law and he would risk to much of the public focusing on him by making a big deal out of it.

jason would admit he was always more of a 'physical' punishment rather than a 'psychological' kind of guy. but torturing bruce from a distance was just something he couldn't pass up. especially if bruce could FEEL something was off about tim's uncle but unable to do anything about it.

so jason is very happy with how his plan pans out. he gets to torment bruce and get pussy on the regular from tim who is so utterly incapable of being robin what with his watchful "uncle" always over his shoulder. and even if he could get away plans to being robin would have to wait for while, maybe oh 9 or so months given how little timmy was beginning to pudge a little in the front whenever jason would fuck him.

tuly this was the best plan jason had ever come up with. bar none.

[ast4tarion]

Mike Schmidt - NSFW Alphabet

i Hope you simps like it :)

A - Aftercare

very much into affectionate aftercare, he praises how good of a job you did or thank yous for helping him get his stress out. he’s the first to get up and grab the two of you some water and a snack and changes the sheets for you (he often forgets about his stuff own aftercare and you remind him to lay down and let himself rest too)

B - Body Part

he’s a thighs man all the way. when you’re not having sex he loves to lay in your lap and use them as a pillow but oh boy when you are doing it he’s grabbing hard enough to leave bruises his hands roam but they’ll always come back to grabbing your thighs

C - Cum

very heavy cummer and embarrassed about it. he spurts very thick loads and leaks so much precum that you rarely need lube. he apologizes for how wet he gets your sheets or how much cum he coats you in but honestly? you can’t get enough of licking it off of him. god forbid he cums inside you because you will be leaking for hours

D - Dirty Secret

He’s not been with many people so he has trouble expressing his fantasies because he’s naturally a quiet guy but he wants to get behind you on the kitchen counter so badly. The walls are echo-y and Abby is often around so he hasn’t gotten the chance but the idea of you being pinned to the counter so close that all he can do is get deeper and deeper with each thrust makes him leak through his boxers

E - Experience

very inexperienced and nervous the first couple times. He’s stuck to himself for a long time so his partners can all be counted on one hand but he always observes and tries to learn quickly what works well when you get together

F - Favourite Position

reverse cowgirl because it puts him in the perfect position to grab your thighs hard and pull them apart, using the leverage he gets with easy access to your thighs/waist to pull you down onto his cock harder

G - Goofiness

he’s not necessarily cracking jokes but he lets his sarcasm and smiles slip through sometimes. he’ll try and hide his occasional giggle into your shoulder or the sheets but you always tease him and ask him what’s so funny which makes him smile more. you love his smile, and you like that you can make him smile during sex because it lets him be happy and physically/emotionally vulnerable

H - Hair

His body hair is fairly thick on his arms and chest and trails down into his pants too. he keeps it a bit trimmed, but it’s never bothered him to be a bit hairier down there

J - Jack Off

A little embarrassed about the topic at first because he dosent want to admit that he’s been jacking it thinking of you, but if you’re schedules have been conflicting and you haven’t been able to catch any alone time he’ll slide his hand into his pants and think about you grinding down on him every once in a while

L - Location

He likes the intimacy that the bedroom provides and unfortunately your options can be a bit limited unless Abby is at school but sometimes when he can’t help himself he needs you so badly he’ll pick you up from your place and drive about 5 minutes to the outskirts of town where it’s quiet and theirs really only the beginnings of roads and natural trails and you’ll touch each other up in the drivers seat

M - Motivation

he has a medium sex drive. it’s not constant and sometimes the two of you will go a couple weeks because the mood dosent particularly strike either of you but when he is horny? you’re definitely not getting any work or tasks done. it may not be often but when he is he can’t keep his hands off your waist or his mouth off your shoulders

N - No

his hard “no’s” are anything that would directly risk your safety or sensory deprivation. he won’t hit, scratch, or hurt you in any way past biting a bit when he gets carried away. he also dislikes anything to do with taking away his senses, he wants to be able to touch and see the whole of you

O - Oral

he’s more confidant in his fingers but knows how to work his tongue on you when needed. His favourite thing to do is spell your name with his tongue while he looks up at you the entire time and your eyes are locked. lots of tongue stamina, he’ll keep sucking and licking past your orgasm making you leak so much slick his mouth is absolutely covered when you’re done. on the receiving end oral makes him finish quick, the feeling of your hot tongue makes his hips buck hard and on occasion he’s apologized repeatedly for loosing control and bucking his cock down your throat on accident

P - Pace

he’s good with any pace though going slow kills him. if you take you’re sweet time licking base to tip he’ll be whimpering in seconds, asking you nicely to please take it in your mouth. even fucking you slow makes him a total mess because all he can think about is going fast and and hearing the filthy sounds your slick makes being pushed into you

Q - Quickies

While he dosent always have the self control to fuck you slow he does like taking his time with you. He likes to make sure he can kiss every part of you and get you really worked up before you do anything and unfortunately quickies don’t let him do that

R - Risk

he dosent like the feeling of being watched so not very into risky public sex. he’d also probably get arrested if he got one more misdemeanor. jails a bit of a turn off </3

T - Toy

he’s never personally used any toys on himself when you use a vibrator on his sensitive tip he’s gushing in seconds absolutely wrecked at the sensation of your fist stroking him at the same time as the buzzing and is fairly unfamiliar with the types but is open to trying some if that’s what you like

U - Unfair

way too much of an affectionate guy to tease you too much. if you’re particularly responsive to something he’ll grunt a “mm, looks like you like that, huh baby?” but he gets way more off to seeing you desperate for his praise

V - Volume

this is the one I’ve been the most excited to write—he’s an absolute whimperer. he’s such a quiet guy that it definitely translates into bed and at first he’s determined to be as quiet as possible but get him worked up enough and this man devolves into absolute breathy desperate whimpers. he’s at his loudest when he’s getting head, every suck or lick has him sucking in his breath and letting out the most filthy moans laced with your name. you love to do your worst when you both have to be quiet because Abby is in the next room over but he just can’t help the loud whimpers and the occasional beg for you his baby his sweetheart and you have to have him cover his mouth because he’s practically drooling when he tips his head back and moans

W - Wild Card

your especially proud of the time you made him cum untouched. in the drivers seat of his car and you were sitting in his lap facing him grinding on the length that was straining desperately against his jeans and you just kept grinding and whispering in his ear sucking on his jaw and neck and you decided to try something new and whisper “who’s my good boy?” into his ear and he immediately stopped kissing you; you stopped too to ask him if he was okay and when you looked down you saw the patch on the front of his pants that he was trying to cover with his hand you laughed and he got sooooo embarrassed and you promised him good head so he could properly cum next time

X - X-Ray

you definitely noticed the way that bulge sat in his jeans 👀 when he’d wear sweatpants youd catch a glimpse but the first time you saw it you were impressed. He’s a good seven inches with a pretty pink tip that matches the blush on his face

Y - Yearning

he’s very polite with how he asks if you want to have sex and he always asks. He definitely throws in a little tease here and there by touching your chest or sucking on your neck but he always asks something along the lines of “are you up for sex?” before taking it any further

Z - Sleepy

he has a hard time falling asleep in general so you’re usually the first one to go to bed after, but he definitely gets sleepy when he plays with your hair and his kisses get sloppier as the tiredness really sets into his bones

[senselessviolets]

"don't wanna be alone."

Roman Roy x Original Character

Rated T (Angst/Feels, Drabble)

Word Count: 1.6k

AO3 Link

WARNINGS:

Cursing, canon typical humor, descriptions & themes involving PTSD/depression. Roman is kind of a dick.

Author's Notes:

Heavily inspired by "Calling U Back" by The Marías. I realized there was some unintentional overlap between this fic and the headcanons about being Rome's assistant that I made so shared universe I guess? /s

Set during Caroline's Wedding in Italy at the end of season 3.

Summary: After a business trip in Turkey ended with her and her boss being held hostage, personal assistant Maxine Lee has some big questions to ask herself; why has he now gone cold on her? Will they be able to work through these unresolved feelings? And most important of all---is the paycheck really worth it?

I could feel two hazel beams searing into my back as I stood across the party from him. There was nothing that stated in the e-vite he forwarded me that I was to be his armpiece for Italy. And yet, Roman’s unshakeable gaze nearly had me feeling guilty or at the very least—unresolved. I knew jetsetting was going to be a part of the job and my brief stint in PR for the luxury fashion label ALMEN had gotten me well acquainted with travel of the sort. Instead of preparing statements for reporters about the brand’s upcoming collection for the spring-summer season; I was having to be a pincushion for the World’s Wealthiest Brat/Fuckboy.

It was a rather impromptu thing in the beginning. My father had gone to Wharton with Waystar’s CFO Karl Mueller and according to him; they “go way back.” Funny how Karl’s name had never once come up until his youngest daughter needed a cushy job in the city. All because someone (me) had to bite off a little more than they could chew. 

“It’s, uh, nice that you stuck around even after the whole Turkey…thing,” Cousin Greg emphasizes, using his hands.

The briefest mention of Turkey had my stomach doing flips. I didn’t speak to Roman for weeks after. Beyond the now bi-weekly video calls with my therapist; I became something of a recluse. I didn’t dare to leave my apartment. The meals I did remember to have were left at my doorstep. I convinced myself this leave of absence was helping me cope and all it was doing was prolonging the inevitable. Sooner or later, I was going to have to face him even though the last time he would’ve seen me, my face was hot and wet with tears. Tears I’d done everything to keep from spilling over.

There was just so much uncertainty at that moment. Being the lone female companion on that trip left me more vulnerable. In ways that Roman, Karl, or Laird weren’t or would ever think about. Beyond that, I was the most objectively expendable member of the group. I wasn’t a big-name banker like Laird, much less a high-level exec like Karl. If I were them, I would without a doubt choose me first to get thrown overboard if it came down to it. 

I wouldn’t fucking think twice about it, in fact.

But Roman, as powerless as even he was at that moment, did everything he could to assure me that wouldn’t be the case no matter what. He was sweet. Why’d he have to be so fucking sweet? There were a couple of nights I’d spent awake in bed, eyes trained on the dark ceiling above me asking myself that same question over and over again until I either drifted off to sleep or the ache in my heart dissipated. Usually, it was the first one.

“It’ll…um…no, d-don’t…don’t cry. Please. You’re gonna be okay, w-we’re gonna be okay actually. Yeah. I mean, w-we got Laird. He’s like a fucking behemoth. And I know he sorta…got pulled away but we do have Dave. Dude is jacked. Y’know Colin? My dad’s security? Dave’s that but not as scary. We’d be covered. We a-are covered. We got you, Max. I got…,” he assured, almost rhythmically, “...I’m gonna…make sure you stay okay, okay?”

Was it incredibly verbose and clumsy? Yes. 

Did it make me feel any better in that moment? Somewhat. 

It was something to hold onto when there wasn’t anything else; it was something. I remember feeling weak and sick. All these powerful men occupying various corners of this decadent hotel lobby and here I am; a little girl dabbing snot into her sweater sleeve like I was eight years old again, legs criss-crossed in the church pews during my mom’s funeral service. Being utterly alone had been the bane of my existence for some time. Not just simply being by myself as I actually preferred that a lot of the time. Some mindless Netflix binge and takeout was enough most nights. “Utterly alone” to me meant being nothing in the eyes of the people around you. An organism, a space-filler—being interminably interchangeable. Roman had done what he could to assure me I was the opposite at my most terrified.

Though I didn’t owe him anything and I was on his payroll and a result, had received the fruits of my labor—I felt innately that I was indebted to him. An entire year later I had still yet to rid myself of this feeling. There was a heaviness to it. It usually occupied any prolonged gaps of silence in between our conversations. It was tangible to me but I often wondered if it was for him too. 

I figured it was; otherwise, he might not be as much of a hellish prick as he had been to me lately. He’d spontaneously request revised versions of the business plans he’d drafted. Late into the night, he’d call me, harshly demanding I send over the revisions. At a certain point, I realized he wasn’t even checking to see if I had sent them or not. Like he just needed somebody to bitch out for the hell of it. I remember when I shrewdly accused him of doing so during one of his random calls, this one occurring around 2 AM.

“Do you even read my fucking notes? I feel like you don’t otherwise I wouldn’t be fuckin’ calling you at odd hours of the night to remind you to do your fuckin’ job.” he chastises, in a voice that’s made gravelly due to the phone and fatigue. 

I was calling from my bed, propped upright by some pillows with my bedside lamp turned on. Likewise, I could tell Roman was sprawled out on his mattress due to the shifting of the bedsheets the mic picked up. The sound of sleep was always palpable in his voice. 

“Well, if you bothered checking if I’d sent them over before calling to bitch me out for not sending them at all; it could save us both the fucking headache, yeah?”

“...lookit you, being all big-bad-bitch out of nowhere. Was wondering when I was gonna bring that outta you. I’m legit so proud of you right now, Max. Keep killing it, Kween!” Roman taunts, “Makes you wonder where this Max was when we were living it up in Turkey way back. Okay, okay, if you can admit right now that the only reason you were putting on the waterworks then was that you were weeping over the possibility of losing your meal ticket…I’ll leave you alone. Promise.”

What kind of twisted ultimatum was that? 

Unfortunately, my throat becomes too dry all of a sudden and I’m unable to question what possessed him to ask such a fucked up thing this late at night. Instead, I’m only able to bid him a choked-up farewell and hang up. 

“...I-I’ll send you my next round of revisions soon. I appreciate the follow-up call. Thank you, Roman. Have a good night.”

It wasn’t exactly a secret that Roman could be incredibly cruel with his words when presented with the opportunity to be. I’d had a litany of expletives hurled at me over the most minor of mistakes. That’s not even including the constant sexual innuendo but even he had the common sense not to push things too far with that. For all of his kindness; there was always an edge. Gestures of appreciation were undercut with sarcastic comments and name-calling. “Thank you” was most commonly followed by a well-timed “fuck you” or “fuck off” if he wanted to evoke his father’s bitterness.

  This was by all means the norm.

But that’s why Turkey had been so different. That’s why it had been sitting in my craw so strangely these twelve-odd months. Sure, he had been trying to keep things light-hearted and get a smile, better yet a laugh, out of me since things were so dire. However, there was no “edge” to be found. No rug to be pulled out from under me and him to snicker at. 

Cliche sure, but I could just feel the difference. 

I could feel him trying to make a genuine connection which I’d come to surmise was typically quite difficult for him. Then again that seemed to be the case with most who shared his status; especially his siblings. His little-spoken-of partner Tabitha was evidence of this failure to connect. As were his handful of Raya dates that ‘never panned out’. 

He was my boss. I was his first-ever assistant; meant to ‘help him acclimate to the increased levels of responsibility he hoped to gradually take on.’ At least that was how Ms. Kellman further described the position in my follow-up interview. While having Waystar’s General Legal Counsel conduct my second job interview was beyond intimidating, I was under the impression she was attempting to mentor him. Clearly, the two had history and that was none of my concern. Though I’d be lying if I’d said I hadn’t thought about asking her what his deal was. If he’d ever been the way he was at the hotel in Turkey to her. Maybe he had. 

Or maybe she wouldn’t know a serious, genuine Roman if he was looking her dead in the eyes. 

He was a confounding person who contradicted himself all too often. It made him impossible to decipher sometimes and intolerable to be around other times. And yet, I was stuck making the same mistake I suspected many individuals that came before me had too made; trying to make sense of this person named Roman Roy while at my core hoping that maybe he’d break through and be better. 

If not for me or his would-be-girlfriend or his deeply flawed family—at the very least for himself. Because regardless of all he’d said or all he’d done, it’s what he deserved.

End.

{ Feedback is always welcome! Let me know if you want to see a follow-up to this! <3 }

[jack-kellys]

ok so for uk davey to have a costume change in act 2. he needs to look more like racetrack.

i don’t know if this is purposeful in the previous broadway and tour productions, but race’s base in the past has been a plaid-patterned shirt that was either stark in contrast (ryan breslin’s dark on light) or stark in color (ben cook’s blue and green). and bway davey’s is a mix of both with a bright blue, thicker stripe on a white base.

uk davey already has color, but it’s a green, and he and les are alone in this color compared to the rest of the ensemble (besides like. albert for some reason. but i kinda think they fucked that up a bit lmao). the rest are in paler colors made stark only by suspenders, kerchiefs, or caps. they are far more unified. race still sticks out- his cap is actually & interestingly green (at least.. it was for a while), but he also has a red pocket square and a nicer vest and a Pattern. he’s got a blue pin-striped white shirt.

and davey i think. first of all gets a kerchief. i think he might come into world will know with one honestly. and davey i think maybe doesn’t shift patterns—i think les might be more inclined to that—i think he shifts to a color that more unifies him with the newsies. and more with crutchie and race. it’s got to be some kind of paler blue, and since crutchie, jack, and kath have solid colors i think davey still needs to. maybe it’s also a bigger shirt too. enters kony setting his vest on the table & does kony sans vest. yeahg.

for jack i think. i just truly and desperately want him in an undershirt that is paint-RUINED. i think jerjor’s undershirt had like…. two swipes of paint…. and the first time we see jack in act 2 is his most vulnerable. he’s chosen officially to leave town after whatever this is all ends, he’s back to painting santa fe, he believes that he, specifically, failed everyone. i need that undershirt rife with colors and therefore emotion. it needs to be literally on his sleeve ! yk! bc what he says in the wwh(r) scene is mostly delivered stonily, with less emotion. just sort of hopeless. i think it’d also be an interesting visual to go with “you look like hell”, bc if his attire is covered in paint it could mean he’s stayed up the whole night, or was super careless, etc etc. gives More to go on than every-time-without-fail’d underwhelming makeup lmao.

then i think during the pulitzer office mayor/snyder scene he changes back to the red or puts the shirt on over the undershirt…. and then the rally. we know he can’t change clothes bc boy was basically in newsie jail down there. but we DO know that the delanceys further beat him up (they do it during bottom line reprise’s outro upstage if some of u weren’t aware) before tossing him on the ground. so we Know he looks. even fucking worse at the rally. maybe a piece of the undershirt is ripped off and wrapped around the fingers morris steps on. maybe it’s on underneath the red shirt for the first time to hide bruising. maybe the injuries we saw from the strike get quickly worsened while brooklyn’s here plays. there has to be an even further disheveled shift. this kid has been ruined now, not just his attire. not just his facade. his actual self.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Almost Romance

Marvel | Starker

Peter doesn't like the things Tony does to him. It doesn't make it any easier when Tony says that he loves him, but he can pretend that it does.

Rating: Explicit

For @vaguekiwi

Warnings and tags below***

Warnings/tags: Rape and rape kink, praise kink, painful sex, rough sex, possessive Tony, cum play, cum marking, breath play/passout, dark fic

Tony put all of his weight on his hands, pushing Peter down into the bed. He was tired now. The tears fell much slower. He barely even tried to move though the occasional squirm made Tony throb. He hadn't even put the whole thing in yet.

"Tony..." Peter breathed. Tony inhaled, closed his eyes, soaked up the sound of his name on those sweet lips.

"That's a good boy," Tony murmured softly. He placed a kiss on Peter's cheek. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed.

"Please stop," he tried again. The sound of it was already burned into his mind. He'd jack off to for the rest of his life.

"Stop what, Peter? Stop raping you? But it feels so good." He pushed himself in a little deeper, into the heaven that was Peter's hot silky insides. The boy whined and squirmed. He could barely move against Tony's weight.

"You're so fucking soft. And tight," he panted. "Fucking squeezing me, baby."

"Don't do this," Peter pleaded.

"Don't be scared, Peter. I'm barely even hurting you. You've had way worse."

Peter sobbed. He turned his face into the bed. Tony grabbed his hair and turned his head back, but the sharp pain had the boy fighting again, clawing at his wrist and squirming under him. So Tony bucked his hips. He forced his cock inside, all the way, his hips against that perky ass. Peter screamed, but he was distracted enough for Tony to get his arms behind his back.

He fucked him slow and deep, riding him into the bed while he cried. "Such a good boy," Tony purred again. "That's my boy."

He was less coherent as he picked up the pace. Peter laid limp and sniffling. Tony fucked him like he was trying to hurt him with his dick alone.

"I know it hurts, baby. I just can't get deep enough," he breathed against his neck. He left sloppy kisses on every bit of skin he could reach. "I need to be inside you. All the way. Need to be close to you. I love you so much, Peter."

Peter seemed to freeze beneath him. "You love me?" he said. But Tony took it as an 'I love you too'. He grabbed one of his hips and pulled the boy back against him as he pushed forward, making sure he came as deep as possible inside him.

He moaned happily and laid over his back. Tony kissed every part of him that he could reach. "You're all mine now. My cum's gonna soak up inside you. Into your blood. Become part of you. I'll be inside you forever."

Peter sobbed once again. His whole body shuddered.

Tony slept more soundly than he could ever remember with Peter wrapped up in his arms. The boy slipped away first thing in the morning, but Tony was happy. Every time he looked at him, he knew his cum was still in there. Peter couldn't meet his eye for a few days, but whatever was bothering him passed eventually. He should have been happy that Tony wanted him so badly. He was beautiful and so perfect that Tony had to resort to extremes to have him.

It was an itch that got under his skin any time Peter was too close. He found himself thinking about the way Peter struggled and cried even during what was a casual conversation. After a while he reached down to adjust himself, not noticing until then that he'd gotten hard. Just watching Peter's pretty pink lips move, hearing that voice. He was only a man.

Peter's smile faded as his eyes flicked down to Tony's crotch. His cheeks turned red.

"You alright, Pete?" Tony asked. He held in a smirk. The boy looked so vulnerable.

"I should get going. I'm not feeling great." Peter moved to leave, but Tony grabbed his arm. He froze.

"Stay." Tony kissed his neck and Peter shivered.

"Please don't..." he said.

Tony's free hand slipped up Peter's shirt, feeling his strong abdomen as he sucked a bruise into his skin. Peter whined at the pain. When he tried to move away, Tony easily pulled him back. He popped open Peter's jeans and slipped his hand inside to fondle his soft cock and that's when Peter started to panic again.

"Stop it," he shoved him away.

Tony's eyes narrowed at him. He pushed him back against the table behind him and down until he was off balance, feet off the floor, hands scrambling.

"Please please," Peter sobbed. Tears welled in those pretty eyes.

"You're mine, Peter. Don't be so dramatic. You know I have to have you."

"Just..." Peter's voice broke. He turned his face away.

"Just what, baby?"

"Just..." he took a shaky breath. "Say it again," he said, but it came out so soft that Tony wasn't sure.

"Say what, Peter?"

"Just... just tell me. If you're gonna- gonna-"

"If I'm gonna rape you."

Peter squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah. Tell me what you said."

Tony smiled. "Does that make it easier? Poor Petey. You're such a sweet little thing. Do you see why I need you so bad?" He kissed a line up his throat, over his chin, until he reached his mouth. With their lips brushing together he said, "I love you."

Peter's chest heaved as he sobbed. But he didn't fight as Tony reached his hand down into his pants again. He rubbed him and stroked him while he forced kisses onto his slack lips, tongue dipping inside his mouth making him shudder and cry. Peter's cock barely stiffened, but Tony was satisfied. He stepped back from the table only to pull Peter down to the floor.

The boy started to cry again as Tony pulled his dick out of his pants. "Please don't," he sobbed.

Tony held his dick in one hand and Peter's hair in the other. He ran the tip over his soft cheeks, across his forehead, over his chin, like he was marking him.

"Open." Peter parted his lips just enough for Tony to stuff his cock inside. Teeth scraped against him and he didn't even care. He was back inside of Peter where he belonged. He stood over him panting, cock resting on the boy's tongue. He pet Peter's hair, fingers running through to gently scratch his nails over his scalp.

"That's a good boy. My good boy. I love you, Peter." He stroked his cheek as tears rolled down. Peter's jaw slacked just a little bit more, enough for him to move. Tony loved this scared, hesitant, compliance. So he went slowly, more running his cock over his tongue than fucking his mouth, but that was okay if Peter didn't want to close his lips. When the head of his cock prodded at the back of his throat it spasmed around him. Peter choked and jerked back, but Tony just pinned his head against the table to hold him in place.

It was almost better than his ass. The slow gentle violence of making the both gag until he wretched with lazy soft thrusts of his hips, until the panic found him and he fought again. Tony stopped fucking his mouth to get ahold of his wrists. He pulled Peter's arms back and pinned his wrists against the table with one hand.

"Don't make things harder, baby. I'm cumming down your throat one way or another." He grabbed his jaw as Peter clenched it shut. "Open up so I can rape your mouth. You know I can make you if I have to."

Glaring and sniffling, Peter did what he was told. Tony sighed as he stuffed his cock back inside. Peter's lips closed around him, not sucking, but still wrapping him in wet heat. He took advantage of those lips, fucking the ring of his mouth just to know every part of him belonged to Tony. Going deeper still made him gag, but there was nowhere for him to go. Tony had him pinned down well. And he loved the way he struggled when Tony forced himself into his throat. Especially as he ran out of air and his eyes began to flutter.

He pulled out to let him breathe and Peter begged him to stop with all of his precious air until he cut him off again.

"Should I cum right here down your throat? Or all over your face? It's a tough choice." Tony mused. "Of course, if it's on your face you'll just wash it off won't you? Better to leave it where it'll stay with you for a while."

Peter whined around his dick. Tony could just imagine that he was begging him to cum down his throat, to make him inside, to make sure he knows who he belongs to.

He let the boy breathe one more time, then he stuffed his cock back in his mouth and fucked his throat like he'd fucked his ass. Bruising and selfish. Peter cried, scared and hurting, and it just brought Tony to the edge that much faster. He thrashed as his lungs burned without air, but Tony held back until he stilled. Peter's eyes grew heavy, fluttering delicately at him. His mouth slacked. His struggling became weak little twitches. And that's when Tony went as deep into his throat as he could without breaking it. And he came, imagining his cum sliding down his throat, through his body, down into his stomach.

When he pulled out, Peter jolted, but he didn't start breathing again until Tony slapped him. He gasped, leaning over into Tony's hands. Tony knelt down and pulled him into his arms. He pets his hair.

“You did so good, baby. You're my good boy.”

Peter cleaned into his chest, crying against him. Tony smiled. “I love you, baby.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

Got any fluff pieces for the sparkling kids in there? Taking place after the whole "we consent to using the artifact" thing, though. Maybe Miko snuggling up with Prime and her brothers after a long day?

Heck yeah! Another excuse to write for my favorite AU! Fluff coming right up lovely anon!

Growth and Zoomies

The sparklings are exhausting to handle, but normally manageable. But of course nothing remains static with three very different sparklings in the base. Optimus really should have expected his once human charges to grow like weeds, but with the stress of everything it ended up sneaking up on him.

He woke up one day to Miko going absolutely nuts in base, running and gliding from point A to B, rubbing against everything, screaming for attention, and overall being far more demanding than usual. No bot in base had any clue what was going on, and so Optimus took one for the team and went to the only other semi-reliable mech who might have an answer. And so he called up Starscream with promises of having one on one time with Miko in exchange for his help regarding the issue, as long as the base's location remained secret of course. The seeker happily agreed to the terms and within the hour he was brought to base to take a look at Miko.

His first response at seeing Miko trying to gnaw on Ratchet's finals was to laugh hysterically, much to the displeasure of the medic and most of the team before he finally composed himself and got around to explaining. After a quick lesson from Starscream, Optimus and the team were made aware of the fact that Miko's behavior stemmed from the fact that she was growing. Young flight frames become highly active during phases of growth to burn off excess energy while their frames reformat. They were also warned that she would start shedding and become incredibly clingy for anywhere from a week to a month. Of course they hardly had any time to process what they had been taught before Starscream was off playing Uncle to Miko.

Still the team managed. Optimus dealt with the insanity of Miko's "zoomies" as Smokescreen called them, constantly tolerating her crawling all over his frame and leaping from anything and everything. Meanwhile Ratchet and the team took care of Raf and Jack to the best of their abilities while picking up Miko's shed armor. Miko was tended to with increadible care due to her vulnerable state and Optimus carried her around as best he was able to keep her need for attention sated. Extra energon scouting trips also had to be made but it was all within acceptable parameters... until Jack started showing signs of growth too.

Thankfully there was no need to call another Decepticon for information as Optimus was well acquainted with war frame growth conditions and symptoms. However Optimus did have to end up requisitioning Ultra Magnus's aid to get a very much paranoid and almost feral Jack into a nest before he would calm down. He then stayed curled up around Jack for several hours, humming to him and overall keeping him calm. War frames tend to go a little berserk when growing due to how vulnerable they are during the transition, that with their plating falling off left and right to make way for new armor. As such there was no way Optimus could leave Jack alone, lest he go on a rampage fighting everyone and likely harming himself in the process.

Everything was fine for a while. Jack stayed with Optimus in his berthroom with Rafael while Miko played nearby. But soon enough their growth picked up a notch, leading their already heightened instincts to crawl to a new level of sensitivity. Jack NEEDED Optimus with him at all times, more specifically he needed to feel Optimus physically and through the bond between them. That alone was exhausting to maintain, but combined with Miko's need to play and shed her armor through activity... it led to issues.

Miko needed attention and care, but Jack also needed to feel protected and secure. Miko wanted to move and play, but Jack wanted to remain in a safe location away from prying optics with his Sire. Not to mention Rafael still needed to be kept near Optimus at all times to keep the Caretaker-sparkling bond strong. The team could only do so much for Optimus and the sparklings, with Bumblebee and Smokescreen babysitting Miko as much as they were able to give Optimus time with Jack. Arcee made valiant efforts to give Jack the sense of protection he desired but he would only remain calm in her hold for so long before he needed Optimus again. And Ratchet did try to take on the burden Rafael came with as best he was able, but nothing can beat the care of a Primary Caretaker.

It was not even three days into Miko and Jack's growth spurts that Rafael joined in as well, very nearly causing Optimus to have a nervous breakdown due to stress. He may or may not have had to shove the sparkling onto the team for a while despite the protests of his little ones to go have a silent meltdown by himself for a while, but that is neither confirmed or denied. Whatever the case, Rafael's own requirements soon became evident.

He needed to be exposed to Optimus's spark to properly imprint on him and begin truly undergoing his first major reformat. That alone would have been easy enough to handle if Rafael was Optimus's only sparkling. He could have just taken a week off and hidden away with Rafael taking care to only show his sacred source of life to his sparkling. But no, he also had to handle two other sparklings who needed directly opposing kinds of attention and care. In the end, Optimus ended up just laying around in a makeshift nest with his chassis parted slightly to give Rafael the spark signature he needed to bond. That way Miko could still play and Jack could feel secure with Optimus keeping him protected behind a small mountain of soft metals and fluffy blankets.

It was simply put, hellish for everyone involved. Optimus couldn't move more than two feet away without Jack panicking or stay still for too long lest Miko start screaming. All while having to keep the team at a distance so that he could still maintain some form of privacy with his spark being partially exposed. But by the end of what was dubbed "The Week of Trial" by the team, the sparklings were finally settled, each exhausted and free of most of their armor, leaving their soft protoform visible. Optimus, being practically dead on his pedes, fell into deep recharge as soon as Miko calmed enough to join him. Jack and Rafael had no qualms against this and soon enough the whole family was recharging in one big pile.

The team came by to check on them after it had been quiet for too long and were unable to stop the smiles that grew on their faces as they saw the wholesome scene. Smokescreen and Bumblebee quietly joined the cuddle pile and relished in the comfort of their family as well. Meanwhile Arcee and Ratchet not so subtly took about a thousand pictures to go into their very much secret (or so they like to think) file devoted entirely to capturing wholesome moments like the one playing out before them. Ultra Magnus just nodded at finally seeing the little family resting and moved to guard the door so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Bulkhead and Wheeljack weren't even allowed in the room as they were sure to wake up the slumbering pile of bots. June came in and watched with mixed sorrow and awe at seeing her son be so comfortable with Optimus but also more peaceful than she had ever seen him when he was human.

Despite the ups and downs of raising Jack, Miko, and Rafael, the team and Optimus wouldn't have it any other way.

[polyklok]

B, J, R smut and G. Y, Z fluff for Skwisgaar

G- Gentle

Tbh, Skwisgaar is a little mean. He likes to tease you and won’t bother to tread carefully when making fun. It’s all lighthearted. If you tell him he crossed a line, he’ll roll his eyes at you but he won’t do it again. Also, he reacts awkwardly to strong emotions; he’ll still pat your back and go “there, there” but he isn’t really sure what to do beyond that. He’ll get a bit better with time.

Physically? Uh, I wouldn’t really call it gentle. He’s still very new to physical contact that isn’t directly sexual, so all his hugs are weak, his kisses are hesitant, his cuddling is stiff. Again, he’s trying. He wants to be gentle and vulnerable but it will be a while until he can manage.

Y- Yuck

He doesn’t like when your overly insistent or pushy for him to open up, it has to happen naturally, otherwise it’ll have the opposite effect and he’ll shut down on you.

Now that I think about it, most of your relationship is going to be based around him trying to let you into his heart, bit by bit. It’s gonna take time and patience but it’s really worth it.

This one is silly, but I also thinks he hates the feeling of lip gloss. If you wear some, he’ll be personally offended and refuse to kiss you for the entire day, even if you wipe it off.

Z- Zzz

The lanky motherfucker is an absolute bed hog. He has a habit of spreading out all his long limbs and twisting into the weirdest positions. Before they lived in Mordhaus and he could get Klokateers to kick them out, all his one night stands would usually get smacked or kicked out of bed by flying body parts. Poor girls.

Nowadays, your best options is just to sleep on him. Congrats! You’ve been promoted to a weighted blanket. Seriously, just crawl up and wrap yourself around his torso, it’ll get him to be still somehow. He’ll insist that he doesn’t like it, but he always ends up folding in on you and laying his face against the top of your head.

B- Body Part

Do you even need to ask his favorite body part on him? No, you don’t. It’s his hands, obviously. They are his talent and the vessel for his soul. Whether they’re strumming at a guitar or deep inside of you, they are putting some work in to create a masterpiece. He’s perfect at finding all the right places to stroke, grope, pinch, and squeeze. No competition.

On you, he has a deep appreciation for your neck. It’s his favorite place to bite and nip at; it just looks so pretty covered in little love marks. He’s constantly going to be lifting your chin to get access to your beautiful neck.

J- Jack Off

He went years without ever masturbating on his own. Hundreds of people were always willing, why would he do the job himself?

Though, assuming you managed to tie him down and you’re now in a committed relationship, he realizes you can’t always keep up with his high sex drive, so he’s gone back to spending some alone time with his hand around his dick. You can always tell when he’s about to masturbate too; He’ll try to persuade you into the deed, you turn him down, he sighs, leaves the room, and then comes back with a slightly happier attitude. He’s never gonna jerk it alone whenever you’re willing to help him out.

It’s usually very quick and easy; He’s just relieving some pressure and it’s not like he has anyone else to impress. Honestly, it’s never a show. But part of him is always hoping you’ll walk in with a changed mind (and no clothing on).

R- Risk

In most cases, it isn’t a matter of what he’s willing to do, it’s what you’re willing to ask him. He is Skwisgaar Skwigelf, the Sex God. He could bend you over a table during a birthday party at the White House and spank you with a baseball glove signed by Bon Jovi and everyone would just be like, “Classic Skwis”

Of course, he doesn’t find those sorts of things to be the most romantic of scenarios so he won’t go for it. But as soon as you ask, he’s game.

Skwisgaar has his preferences, but he’s willing to try anything with you and will definitely do it again if you enjoy yourself.

His one and only “No.” to risks is pregnancy. You have to be on birth control, whether he uses condoms or not. It’s a deal breaker for him.

If anyone else has a request, refer back to here!

[menacetomany]

deeply tired of fandom mischaracterizing frecklewish

Disclaimer before i start this post: I do not hate frecklewish. She is my favorite character in MV alongside Maple herself. She had every right to be mad at Mapleshade for lying (yes, omission is still a lie), she did not wrong Maple herself in any way, shape, or form, she could not have realistically done jack shit at the river, and she didn’t deserve to die, and she DEFINITELY didn’t deserve *hell* (although it’s kinda funny).

However.

For the love of StarClan stop flattening her character into a one-dimensional uwu sadgirl. She’s grieving, yes, but she’s *angry* in that grief! She’s messy and flawed and xenophobic and may or may not want to kill cats she unfairly blames for her brother’s death (they would both maul me if i said this but maple and freckle are foils and nobody realizes it) and I love her for it! People are allowed to be ugly abt their trauma!

A lot of people act like Frecklewish was crying 24/7 before briefly slipping up and calling children a slur before continually crying until she got murdered, and that’s a complete disservice to her character. There are people, and warrior cats, who grieve like that. Frecklewish is not one of them. 

People act like she just had a burst of anger during Mapleshade’s exile calling the kits a name, but even pre-lie she exhibits concerning behavior:

To be clear, Appledusk did not murder Birch. This is ThunderClan’s perception of the events because it’s easier to blame a cat from the other clans, a cat who is by their metrics inherently Worse and Deceitful and Scheming, then to think critically about why they were fighting so fiercely above a raging river over rocks they could easily share in the first place :p

(a note: the code about not killing people is treated much more leniently than the codes about having babies with the wrong people. It’s even worded softer--”An honorable warrior need not kill to win their battles.” Almost like a strong suggestion. Warriors culture idolizes violence and revenge as outlets for grief. Boy I Sure Hope That Prevalent Ingrained Societal Attitude Doesn’t Horribly Backfire Anytime Soon!)

And. The exile.

Freckle kicking Maple’s ass was funny and deserved. But.

To be clear, Frecklewish’s misdeeds in this scene cannot be simplified to ‘calling the kits a bad name in a moment of anger’. She is the very first cat to call for the kits’ exile. Oakstar was her *father*. If she’d appealed for the kits she claimed to love, or even just said “Mapleshade gtfo”, things might’ve gone much different.

Calling for three children who’ve barely started weaning to be exiled into the wilds is disgusting, and far worse than Mapleshade’s lie. Even if Maple hadn’t panicked and tried to cross the stepping-stones, all of her other options had a non-zero chance of the kits dying.

(Something to keep in mind is that Mapleshade is a Clan cat from birth. She is not like a loner who is used to fending for herself, and needing to suddenly balance hunting for herself and her kittens and keeping them safe from predators would be very difficult. Kittens are kept in camps for a reason.]

*Mapleshade could not have waited for a patrol. She had a time limit to get out before she and her kittens were attacked and possibly killed by ThunderClan.

*The bridge is further away, and on windclan territory. It’s at the base of the falls, not the top, and has flooded before. Wet rocks or slippery wood-pick your poison.

*There was a fox near Fourtrees at the time, and it’s doubtful Mapleshade could’ve fought it off alone. (The time for scents to go stale seems to be several hours-one day, and this was roughly a day after her exile.)

*ShadowClan and WindClan have even less reason to take her in than RiverClan, especially considering she’s an exile. She might be attacked like Riverclan would’ve had the kits not died: 

leaving her even worse off than before, and vulnerable to predators.

*Going to Twolegplace was worse than the river. Oakstar attacking kittypets was a one-time thing iirc, but she does meet hostile kittypets later--and even setting that aside there’s dogs, foxes, CARS, and of course twolegs. tired kittens trying to cross a thunderpath would not end well.

*go to the barn: windclan + thunderpath.

*go to Other barn: river’s still there only this time she doesn’t even have a camp at the end.

There was no way this was gonna end well, honestly.

To be clear, ultimately it was still Oakstar’s decision. He bears the brunt of responsibility. If anyone other than Maple deserved to go to hell, it was *him*, not Freckle. Common warriors story team L.

Frecklewish never shows regret for her part in the exile, only that they died. Said regret doesn’t last long before she tries to kill Mapleshade.

poor little tragic racist meow meow, doomed by her own rage. theres something deeply ironic about that.

A final note: frecklereed is almost as hilarious as maplereed when frecklewish was willing to exile the kits for being related to appledusk and reedshine is his number one apologist. they’d be dueling to the death bruh

[snailvee]

metaltango ramblings dedicated to @albertbreasker <3 this got uh. long lmao

they met at arguably the most vulnerable time in leon's life. the intro in re4r really shows how how fucked up he was, forced to sign a government contract and put into military training almost immediately after raccoon city. i think a lot about the contract specifically bc not only did they not want leon going around spilling about what really happened in raccoon, but they also held sherry over him as leverage AND he was only 21. i can't begin to imagine the amount of shit he agreed to then that follows him for the rest of his career, if not his life

this post talks about how leon was not only just thrown into military training, but special forces training, as well as how his looks and being called "pretty boy" by krauser had the other recruits treating him (go read the whole post its really good)

anyways as hard as krauser was on leon, leon distinctly says it's exactly what he needed at the time. something intense enough to rid his mind of all thoughts about raccoon, no mater how brutal that something was. the clip of him and krauser sparring in the re4r intro is so filled with passion, leon is practically snarling at him and the movement of his hair and body just conveys his emotions so well, and having it as a parallel to their knife drill fight later in the game is just. yeah

(self harm mention) i wrote about this a bit in my leon character study fic but i have a hc that because krauser's training kept leon's mind off of raccoon and therefore he thought of it as a positive thing, sparring with and consequently being hurt by krauser became dangerously synonymous with comfort in leon's mind. seeing his signature knife made him calm instead of fearful, even aimed at his throat. he didn't pay much attention to it until the thought crossed his mind to take his own blade to his skin, wondering if it would have the same effect. as grueling as the training was there were still times when he was alone with his thoughts, unable to seek the "comfort" krauser gave him, and he itched for a way to take his mind away during those times too. but i think if he did try it, just pressing his knife lightly against his own arm, that's what would make him snap out of it. it makes him aware of the twisted logic and after that, he doesn't try again. doesn't even consider it. but that doesn't mean he stops throwing himself at krauser while sparring or pressing down on old bruises in the safety of his room.

operation javier is definitely a shift in their dynamic. leon is no longer krauser's rookie to train, but his partner on this mission. they already have a lot of history - krauser is too observant to not notice leon's strange reactions to their sparring - and spending that much time together, even out on the field, was bound to lead to some strange conversations, if not more (yes i'm saying they fucked in that jungle leave me along /lh)

i can only imagine leon noticing how jack seems to change. how he's less critical of B.O.W.'s, even on their mission to eradicate one. how he seems to face their enemies with a sort of awe instead of nothing but the will to take them down. how he closes off the father they get into the mission, becoming someone different than leon had known during training. i can only imagine leon ending that mission with a bitter taste in his mouth, knowing something was wrong with krauser, and not just physically. i can only imagine him getting the news of krauser's death. i can only imagine him clenching his fists as he recalls the last time he saw krauser, gritting his teeth as he recalls the last time he saw krauser when he was really himself. i can only imagine leon trying to come to terms with him being gone.

their reunion is fitting, almost. it carries the same intensity that pulled them together years ago. seeing the knife still does something to leon, although the painful realization that it was buried in luis's back quickly covers it. i mentioned the knife drill before, but it really is such an interesting and well done detail in my mind. krauser isn't just there to fight leon - he's there to remind him of the past. this only extends into krauser building a "battlefield" for leon, purpossefully bringing back more memories of leon's time training under him.

this is pure hc/shipping territory so feel free to skip or indulge me if you want but. reuniting with the man who nicknamed him "pretty boy" by seeing him stab the man who'd been incessantly flirting with him every hour in the short time they'd known each other? god. there's no way leon had the time or capacity to process seeing the man he'd thought was dead for the past two years standing in front of him, let alone him turning into the thing they used to fight against, or having to kill him with his own hands. everything happened so fast that it was almost like krauser was never even back. but after the mission is over, once the adrenaline rush is gone and leon is safe, it all hits him again. he relives every single moment of his sickly reunion with krauser in one night and has no idea what to do about it. not a fucking clue.

but before all that, there is luis. (no i'm not sorry for putting serennedy in here it's my post) luis, bleeding out on the floor, hand still holding his gun shakily in the air. leon doesn't have the time to come to terms with this either - not the strange feelings luis stirred up inside him and certainly not him taking his last breath in front of leon, cigarette in his mouth and words sounding desperate on his tongue when he says, "people can change, right leon?"

for now leon can only move forward with a key in his hand and the knowledge that luis is saving him and ashley one last time ("he was worried about you... until the end" still gets me) just like krauser's, luis's death will visit him again, but not now.

before their final fight, there's krauser's tent. the picture has been talked about again and again but what am i supposed to do, not mention how krauser had a picture of rookie leon with "i'm waiting" scrawled out on the bottom? not mention how it was left out with the recording for leon to find? how in the photo, leon still wears his rpd uniform? how there's such a clear "before" and "after" splitting his life in two?

the recording is also interesting to me, particularly in how krauser words things. talking about a battlefield, saying it's somewhere just for them, how he views what will happen next as a conclusion to operation javier. he does everything in his power to push leon back into the past, whether it be training or the operation. he wants leon confused, conflicted, unable to put himself wholly into the present fight because a part of him is stuck in the past (it doesn't work).

and then there's the fight itself, in all it's glory. the area constructed by krauser himself to remind leon of the training grounds. the taunts, the insults, the smattering of praise, the "pretty blues" and "pretty boy's". krauser's transformation, hulking form looming above leon. the way krauser knows when he's been bested and doesn't hesitate to tell leon that he trained him well. the way leon is made to use the knife he knows so well. and of course, the idea that krauser was supposed to guide leon's hand with his own, but it happen because of krauser's transformed arms.

leon kills the infected. it's his job. but i doubt it ever gets easier to kill something with a face you used to know.

[companywrath]

{bruise}, {alone}, {cuddle}

{ bruise } : how does your muse tend to small, sex-related injuries on themselves or their partner?

[With his ex's, he'd push his fingers into their bruises and laugh like "damn, did I do that?" They'd do the same back to him, especially Nisha. With Rhys he's more intentional, less playful. He still pushes his fingers into his bruises but he knows it's not going to be so casual; Rhys is going to whine and shiver and Jack's going to have to pin him down for round two.

He fusses over his own scratches and bruises during his post-sex shower. Not much can be done for the bruises, but he carefully cleans any scratches and puts ointment on them to try to prevent scarring and help them to heal faster.]

{ alone } : does your muse want to spend time with their partner directly after sex? or do they need a little while to themselves to process?

{ cuddle } : does your muse crave physical affection after sex? how long of a cuddle does it take for them to start coming down? do they need gentler cuddles or tight, squishing snuggles?

[I'm gonna answer these together: he's clingy as hell. It's usually the other person who's like "okay, cuddle times over, I'm leaving." He does like to shower after sex, but there's five to ten minutes of cuddling first and, ideally, he wants to get back to cuddling after the shower. 

For evening sex, his ideal scenario is cuddling, a cold solo shower, a second shower (warm) with his partner, changing the sheets, and then cuddling together until they fall asleep. This typically doesn't happen because he typically dates women who don't want to engage in rigid cleanliness routines and aren't afraid to boss him around. So, usually in the past it would be more like 5/10 minutes of cuddling, him taking his two showers alone, Nisha still sweaty and disgusting in his sweaty disgusting bed but he copes. But, usually she's willing to stay the night and cuddle. Usually. 

Moxxi, meanwhile, works late nights and isn't much of a cuddler. When they were dating, she'd usually leave after the initial 5 minute cuddle session. I think she has some trust issues and wasn't real willing to be emotionally vulnerable, which didn't mesh well with Jack's abandonment issues.

Nowadays, Rhys responds remarkably well to "get in the goddamn shower, I'm telling you not asking you."]

[idi0tproverbs]

❝ i want to deserve you. i’m trying to deserve you. ❞

they had already gone ahead & ordered, breakfast for dinner because what else could taste so sweet this late at night that didn’t have a bitter aftertaste? one that could have a nasty tang on his tongue and he’d start emptying out his heart, like magicians empty out their pockets with colorful strings of paper. they don’t wait for wes, he’s been running awfully late to everything he’s been scheduled to make an appearance at. ryle thinks it to be the doing of the pretty social worker, but he could be wrong. his intuition fails him regularly.

like now, when he needingly tries to convince himself dorothy hadn’t said what she had said. she’d mumbled it by mistake because why else, why, on god’s green earth would dorothy, in all her grandeur and many talents, need to deserve HIM. he’d be an idiot, an absolute moron to not have wanted her at first sight: as cliche and shallow of a fact it was. he’d be an idiot now, fumbling with the pepper jack and salt instead of saying something in return. he is an idiot because he’s ready to set his emotions and thoughts on the table before them, point them out like you’d touch a menu, and explain the intricacies to each thing he’d pondered in her presence. as if it weren’t her brother who would be joining them any time now and he didn’t owe him countless favors and years of friendship.

“ you’re kidding. right? ” he leaves the spices alone, hands sitting in front of him as a nervous lump takes form in his throat. “ i think you deserve more than … someone who was voted least likely to succeed during their high school graduation. ” deflecting with humor is not beneath him, but it should be. to be truthful, he’d just purchased a car last month after witnessing the most horrific bike accident at work. he had yet to fix the leg of his bed, recently worked towards drinking three cups of coffee instead of four, and working away that stubble just to seem somewhat put together. he was an idiot because she’d made this vulnerable admission and here he was, fucking it up. who could expect anything more?

“ i like you, @violenthunt. a lot. i want to … deserve you. ” her name might not be headlining like it had been before but she was just as cutthroat as she’d been. it had to be obvious, accompanying her to every physical therapy session, every bookstore, local concert, or even the handful of free minutes she had before something important — when he’d shrug off his scrubs and run right over. like it wasn’t her face behind his eyes when he tried to fall asleep at night. “ you’re amazing. and i’m, well, y’know? how can i compete. ”

[starsandthoughts]

NSFW Alphabet : Harry Potter

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Harry is usually pretty tired after sex, falling asleep almost right after. He just takes you into his arms, and you both fall asleep. But when classes, he makes sure to fix you, and kiss your forehead lovingly before grabbing your hand and taking you to your classes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like his favourite body part of you are your arms. They can do so much, and they’re a bit toned, but also feminine and pretty. His favourite body part of himself would be his fingers, just being able to pleasure you with it, but also himself.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is not very messy, he doesn’t want his seed all over the place, sure, maybe in your dorm or his he is messier, but when you are both in the closet? He won’t cum. The only place where he might cum is the toilet.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has fantasies of you sucking him off, but won’t tell him to you because he’s quite scared that you will look at him weirdly, or even leave him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is not experienced at all. He never got love, and probably wouldn’t have had sex education lessons. You probably had to guide him a bit. He also barely touches him dick, to scared of being caught in such a vulnerable state.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes having you close to him. He is a sucker for skin touch. He won’t have you distant, but close and lovingly.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s more serious, but will also have a bit of conversation with you, about your day. He doesn’t want to laugh all the time, but also doesn’t want it to be bloody serious.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. Probably never used a razor before, and is too shy to let you do the work. However, he will try to groom it for you, if you’re uncomfortable with the amount of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is very intimate. He wants your skin to touch. to be as close as possible. He doesn’t care if the sex is vanilla. He wants that skin-on-skin contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off that much. Maybe a couple times in a few months. Maybe more if you both are alone. But he is a bit embarrassed with his needs, and especially with voldemort watching him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s not that experienced, but he has a “confirmation” kink. He likes to hear if he is doing it right.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a private setting. He doesn’t like to do it in public, scared of getting caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is turned on if you kiss him, and let your hands roam his body, asking for more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

In public, and hurting you!!! He loves you so so much, and hurting you? He wouldn’t forgive himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes receiving, but likes giving more. He wants you to be comfortable, he can wait. And will wait.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is slow. End of story!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like them. He prefers waiting that have a rushed intimate time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t like risks at all! He feels like his body should be private, and will only reveal it to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts quite long, but is definitely very exhausted after.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t use toys, he has a bit of a weird mindset.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He only teases a little bit. He doesn’t want you to beg his ears iff, but he won’t give it to you that fast.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He wimpers a lot. But he won’t really moan. Maybe groan a little bit, but that is it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is very inexperienced, and touch deprived. He also hasn’t thought much about sex. But he will learn.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is quite long, and thicker than average. 8 inches, (20,32 cm).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It isn’t that high, he can go like days without sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty fast after sex.

[sanguine-law]

@lonelybanquets | crying

He woke up during the middle of the night, soon it would be dawn and the bed they shared to rest was cold to one side, Joseph was gone. Perhaps his dearest wanted some water ? but after a while, as he didn’t come back, Jack was getting up with a candle now in hand before walking in the castle, after a moment of research he finally found the vampire in the alley. Alone and in tears. and god, Jack could feel his heart broke seeing him cry like this and trying to contain it, and how he wanted to erase the trace of those tears on his lover cheeks, to reassure him. But The count know that it could lead to Joseph feeling overwhelmed and so he sighed. « My poor love…I will be back in a moment okay ? » he gently spoke before leaving to minutes later come back with a glass of water and tissues, before sitting beside him and feeling the cold wall behind his back. then after a moment, he initiated a touch as he gently rubbed Joseph arms in soft motion to not spook him, « tell me dear, what is the cause of your sorrow ? I could help. » he said as he gently opened his arms, an invitation if Joseph needed a hug, after all it could help. And he couldn’t let his lover crying alone in the cold floor either.

Crimson had initially sat in the middle of the hallway, some distance away from the room he'd been sharing with Jack. By the time the count had come back with water, however, he'd moved to a corner of the hall further away.

It felt safer.

He had his knees to his chest and his wings wrapped around his body, trying to hide his sobs. As the count drew closer, Joseph lowered his face and tried to look into the wall. He didn't want to be seen crying. Crying over something that wasn't real.

He didn't like being seen as vulnerable. Weak.

Joseph snorted and rubbed the tears off his cheek. As he lowered his arm, he felt a touch. He tensed up for just a moment.

"I don't need help," Joseph practically muttered. "I just need time." He blinked, and a few more tears slid down. Quieter, "It was dream, I just need to forget it."

He just needed time for the feelings to fade. He needed time to stop crying. To get over a mere nightmare. Discussing, conversation, help, it didn't matter. Calming down just took a little time. A few hours, and he would be back to his usual self.

If Jack had slept just one more hour, he would have never known about this pitiful little moment.