#no more absolutely soul sucking old job!!!!!!!!

[hopkei]

staying motivated at the office like:

[a-hazbin-reader]

love the chaotic-ness of platonic alastor and reader of your posts!! the way you write him is more canon compliant but that makes it even more GREAT. can i req platonic alastor (+maybe rosie as a trio?) with overlord!reader. they just talk shit about the Vees and stuff lmao and do it openly on his radio show. hang out at rosie’s. maybe alastor gets reader to support the hotel too and everyone’s to alastor is like THEM?? You know THEM??? alastor’s like yeah lol we blow stuff up every tuesday and broadcast it where you at

OVERLORD PODCAST OVERLORD PODCAST OVERLORD PODCAST-

Alastor X Reader X Rosie Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Alastor and Rosie cannibalism

Description: 👆⬆️

The three of you are very busy demons who have demanding jobs so getting together doesn't happen as often as you'd like

But when you get together??? It's almost like you're all a bunch of gossiping old women instead of powerful deadly overlords

Rosie brings the snacks(bring your own if you don't want people meat), Alastor provides the venue, and you pick the topic of discussion

The first podcast was entirely an accident, Alastor forgetting he was on air when you and Rosie suddenly burst in

ALASTOR YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED

He gets so sucked into what you're saying that he forgets about his radio show and everything the three of you are saying is being broadcast live

But a lot of people are tuning into it??? Like everyone is so entertained by the three of you and your conversation

Once you three realize what happened then you all agree that this must become a weekly occurrence

Even the other overlords listen in on it every once in a while, finding it hilarious

Vox is absolutely livid because he's being IGNORED, why is nobody watching tv anymore???

He tries to get you and Rosie on his show instead but the two of you don't even take the offer seriously

The chemistry would be all off without Alastor's sparkling humor anyways

Which makes him throw a huge tantrum that becomes the next topic between the three of you

Y'all are just trashing this man at this point

It's his own fault for providing you three with so much ammo

But nobody is safe

It's just a fun little gossip podcast that somehow blows up and turns into this gigantic thing

But it gives you three an excuse to hang out

Whenever the conversation starts to drift towards the hotel you try to stay out of it for your own reasons

And it does always go back to the hotel, Alastor is running a business afterall

Alastor slowly starts to warm you up to the idea of his hotel, whatever your motivations are or if you believe in it

Rosie also encourages you to at least humor him and go see it

Easy for you say, he's not pressuring YOU

So you give in one day, accompanying Alastor to the hotel

Huh, Alastor wasn't joking when he said that Lucifer's daughter was his partner 🤔

You're not entirely surprised when you see the shocked looks everyone gives Alastor when they see you

WTF ALASTOR WHEN YOU SAID Y/N WAS COMING I DIDN'T THINK YOU MEANT Y/N THE OVERLORD

Who else would it have been, Vaggie???

Everyone nervously watches you and Alastor interact, it's two extremely powerful beings in one hotel

Except for Niffty, she greats you like an old friend, climbing all over you and making maniacal noises

Husk and Niffty are the only ones not surprised by your friendship, knowing that you and Alastor are good friends

They fill the others in on your relationship when they think you two aren't listening

It's almost funny hearing it come from someone else, you had nearly forgotten how you two met

"That's right..! I DID try to kill you! That's so funny!"

"Isn't it? And I do believe I nearly bit your hand clean off!"

You two are fucking deranged

You have a better understanding of why Alastor wants so much support for this hotel now

And you're a little surprised that Charlie seems to believe so genuinely in the idea of redeeming a soul

Regardless of if you're sold in the idea or not, you agree to support the hotel for Alastor

But now you're going to rope Rosie in with you too, if you're gonna go down then the three of you are going down together

But that's unlikely to happen, Alastor wouldn't lead you guys into a death trap

He's never steered you wrong before

This was so fun to write!!

[lovelywyenn]

“What The F*ck Are We Doing?!”

★Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!Reader★

Synopsis★You were disgusting, a waste of space on this earth. Sanemi felt nothing but guilt every time he fucked your sinful cunt. Yet he could never stop, to addicted to your sins to ever give you up★

Includes★deep throating, dick sucking, sloppy head,clit rubbing, cum spitting★

★W.C★2.2k

Sanemi in no way thought of himself highly. He did not find himself as incredible or brave as his colleagues. He wasn’t as prideful of his skills either.

He liked to believe he wasn’t a proud man, letting his achievements cloud his vision.

Maybe he had taken his beliefs too far. Because this was one of around… maybe six times now of the lowest moments of his whole career. But he just couldn’t stop coming back to you.

The place the two of you met in was an abandoned old house in the middle of the woods. It was hidden, secluded to the point where no one would find it. Where no one would discover your sins.

You were a filthy, nasty creature. Your deep purple skin, scaly and rough to the touch, a completely different texture than the feeling of your horns in his grasp. They were soft but easy to grip. Which made fucking your mouth so much easier.

Looking down at you, big eyes slit like those of a cat as you peer right back up at him. Your red eyes were clouded with pure lust, still showing nothing but excitement as Sanemi fucked his cock down your throat. You were choking on it, actually choking. His cock was no joke. Thick and long with a nice fat tip that prodded into your throat when he fucked into you.

Your mouth was a mess of precum and your own spit, but his cock was drenched. The head you gave him was always so sloppy. You insisted on taking him as far as you could, happily swallowing him more and more. A sadistic smile on your face as you choked on it happily.

“Fuck your a nasty little bitch” he grumbles as you pull back, your long tongue wrapping around his tip as you used your free hand to stroke up his cock. His comment only makes you giggle.

“I know” is all you say before you’re taking him down your throat again.

Sanemi told himself time and time again that he wouldn’t let your filthy mouth greedily suck him anymore. And everytime was a lie. He couldn’t count how many times the two of you had been with each other. That fact alone was shameful.

When he first met you, it was on a job. It was simple enough, there was a demon, a strong one hidden among a whore house in a quickly populating town down south. All Sanemi had to do was kill it and head home.

So he trekked to his destination, concealing his weapon and walking inside. The place was full of depravity. Men being ridden and stroked in the middle of the lobby. This place was crawling with demons he could tell. But the strongest one in the room was right in front of him. And he immediately knew he found who he was looking for.

For a demon...you were unreasonably attractive. You looked completely harmless, doe eyes staring up at him and plump lips painted red. The only thing sinful about you was your fucking body. A shortstack you were, but that ass had to be a gift from the gods. Your hips were well sculpted and wide, easily flowing up to the slimness of your waist.

As soon as those thoughts filled in Sanemi’s head he tried to shake them away. But he couldn’t stop them after he heard your voice. It was so soft and silky. It could probably convince him of anything. Which is why he told himself it wouldn’t hurt to be alone in a room with you.

He pays for an hour session with you, expecting to easily take you out. Just to be overtaken by your sensuality.

Sanemi didn’t like any of this, not the way you pulled off your lingerie to reveal your fat tits to him. And definitely not the way you ground yourself on his dick. Kissing you was terrible too, his grip on your hips meant absolutely nothing.

But he told himself it was all for the mission, which soothed his guilty soul just a little.

Though he started to feel so much worse when you flipped around on the bed, your back bent sinfully against the bed. Your lengthy fingers reached back to spread yourself apart. Leaving your cunt on display for him. For now it was as any other woman. Pretty lips wet and hiding your clit away from him. This was disgusting, he was disgusted. That was what he told himself as your sexy body pulled him in.

It was vile, for a demon to have such a pretty pussy, dripping just from a bit of humping and' kissing.

“C'mon big boy”*you pout at him over your shoulder. “You only paid for an hour don't you wanna cram it in me…if you fuck me good enough I'll even let you cum inside” you wink.

Sanemi shakes his head, ignoring the way your words make his cock jump. Just as Sanemi gained the nerve to grab at his cock you got to it first. An impatient thing you were clearly as you aligned him with your entrance, pressing your ass back to push him in.

It's disappointing the way that you manage to make the demon slayer whimper. But he swore it wasn't his fault. Your pussy had to have been a death trap. A sort of blood demon art or something. There was no reasonable explanation as to why you were so fucking wet.

Sanemi had never felt so snug as he did when he was deep in your pussy. For a few moments, he almost forgot why he was here. He almost forgot that you were a demon that had killed hundreds, if not thousands of people.

But what was more embarrassing than anything else, was the fact that he didn’t care. He was berating himself in his head when the feeling of you bouncing yourself on his cock felt…good.

How could he be blamed, your pussy was so snug, every ridge of your walls seeming to massage his cock in a way he had never felt before.

You seemed to be having the time of your life as well, eyes rolling back in your head as his thick cock fills you. When you saw his pretty cock spring out you knew you needed him to fill you up. And he didn’t disappoint. You could feel him everywhere.

No man you ever serviced could last more than a few minutes with you. That information fastened the pace of your hips, desperate to use his cock before he was spent out. The stretch was too delicious to let go.

Sanemi’s own hips start moving, even after how hard he tries to resist. But it turned out good for him, because now he was pushing himself even deeper into your cunt. The sound of skin slapping together radiating throughout the room.

You’re so lost in the sensation of him pounding you, you barely notice one of his hands sliding to his pants which he hadn’t let you fully remove.

Out of all the dick you had taken in your lifetime, this one was by far the most distracting, genuinely making it hard for you to think. The pleasure was dizzying, feeling like all your usual sharp senses were disappearing.

And Sanemi finally has you. Pulling you by your hair and placing his sword right at the base of your neck.

It takes you a moment to register what was going on but when you do, you turn to look at him.

A shiver runs down Sanemi’s spine as he sees your eyes. No longer human like and now slit like a hungry cat’s should be.

“I was wondering when you were going to try it” you say, “I was hoping it would be after you made me cum though” you pout.

Sanemi’s mouth curls in a disgusted snarl, but your grin never ceases. He was a good actor but his cock was nothing but a truth teller. Pre-cum messily dripping into you.

“I’ve got a sword to your neck and all you want is cock!” He exclaims, “Filthy” he says.

And he was right. You were filthy. But that didn’t bother you. If taking a dick as thick as his made you a nasty monster, you would gladly take the label.

“If you knew who I was, why not kill me on the spot” he sneers.

But you look back at him as if the answer was clear as day, “How could I kill such a handsome little thing” you wink.

Sanemi’s judgment was clouded at this moment. He was thinking with his dick, and all his dick wanted to do was stay buried inside of you for the rest of eternity.

stupid, stupid, stupid

Was all Sanemi could think of himself as he drops his sword and grabs you by your neck. The stronghold has you moaning, especially as he uses it to drag you back on his cock.

“Let me see you, demon,” he mutters. He’s close to you, so close. Strong hips humping up into you. It was so unfair the way his tip rubbed perfectly into that special spot inside of you. “you look too perfect for this to be your real form” he whispers.

You do just as he asks, and Sanemi watches as you turn from a human woman to a full fledged demon, with even heavier curves. Your skin was rough like that of a fish. But your cunt was just as warm as it was before, clearly that would never change.

“You’re a filthy fucking creature” he spits and its like his words have no sting. You have the gall to moan at his words, grinding your thick hips back against him. But he can’t bring himself to frown, a shameful smile etched on his face. He was…excited to fuck you. Take you down a peg or two until you were a sloppy mess because of his cock.

And he couldn’t just do it once. He had lost count of how many times he had been with you. It felt like he was betraying the human race, happily feasting on his dire enemies clit like a starved man. It was disgusting, but he couldn’t get enough of you. He doesn’t think he ever will.

“Fuck woman– slow down!” Sanemi groans as he looks down at you. Your mouth was impossible to last in. He could barely keep up with you when you got like this. Such a cock hungry little thing you were, desperate to get him to cum down your throat.

You got off so bad on sucking off the Hashira, seeing the strong man crumble just from a demon’s mouth was liberating.

Sanemi swore you were gonna kill him one day as he bit at his lip. You had no concept of taking your time. You sucked on him like his dick was your last meal. And a deep part of him wished he could just kill you, erase the memories of all the times the two of you had fucked from his brain.

But he knew he could never forget you. How could he ever forget a whore as filthy as you.

He still had his hold on your horns but you were doing all the work yourself. Sucking him like you were in a trance. Every Time you felt his tip hit the back of your throat a nasty thrill of pleasure jumped through you and down to your cunt.

Your panties were soaked right now, clit aching for you to love on it. You shover your hand in your pantties, moaning around Sanemi’s cock as you start to circle your clit. The vibrations send pleasure shooting up the depths of the man’s spine. And as you stare up at mean eyes…you can tell he’s ready to shoot a load down your throat.

You force yourself over his cock until your nose presses against the little hairs near the base of his cock. The sound of pathetic whimpers fills your ears as Sanemi tries to fight off his high. But you weren’t having that, nimble fingers coming to squeeze at his heavy balls.

And you're choking again as he shoots his cum down your throat. He always cums so much. And as much as you wanted to swallow it all. Feel the salty liquid fall smoothly down your throat. You loved watching the look on Someone's face as you spit his cum right back on his cock, using it as lube to stroke at his ever so sensitive dick.

All he did was watch you, with that stupidly happy grin on your face, eyes trained on his dick and the way his abdominal muscles twitched from the overstimulation.

Once you started you never wanted to stop.

You were nothing but a sex addicted creature who had nothing better to do than swallow dick. But Sanemi supposed he was no better.

Because for as long as he was gonna get away with it, he would always be there to shove his cock down your throat.

~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

[lurkingshan]

Hey Shan!! IDK if you're planning to do a BL wrap up or superlatives or anything like that this year so this question might be a bit too early but um...what has been a few of your favorite first watches for 2024 bls?

Hi Eboni! This is actually pretty good timing for a list because most of the shows that will end within 2024 are already over! The only two I could see maybe making my list that have not ended yet are Love is Like a Poison (Japan) and Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China), so I'll mention them here (fingers crossed they end well and stay favs).

That said, here are my favorite completed BLs of 2024 (alpha order)!

At 25:00 in Akasaka (Japan, Gaga)

Two actors who first met in college are cast in a bl together, old feelings resurface, and the lines between their professional and private lives start to blur. This show is super beautiful and moody.

Cooking Crush (Thailand, YouTube or WeTV for uncut)

Ten and Prem are my favorite of OffGun's many couples. Ten is a med student with food issues who wants to learn how to cook, and Prem is a chef in training. Their romance is super sweet and I also really like the side couple and friend groups in this one.

Cherry Magic Thailand (Thailand, YouTube or Viu, requires VPN)

I still can't believe this show happened. How on earth did GMMTV manage to make a superior version of Cherry Magic?? Tay Tawan had a lot to do with it, along with a very smart adaptation. It's so sweet and funny and perfect (if you just pretend ep 8 doesn't exist).

City of Stars (Thailand, iQIYI)

I was surprised by how much I liked this charming little Thai pulp. It had an interesting story with strong writing and the pair was very good together. More people should watch it!

I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama (Japan, Gaga)

This is a short and sweet and note perfect BL comedy about two actors falling for each other while making a BL. Loaded with meta jokes about the industry and stan culture and very loving about it.

Knock Knock Boys (Thailand, Gaga)

I am obsessed with this excellent Thai BL that not nearly enough people watched. Two couples, both compelling and sexy and fun, and amazing friendship dynamics. I want everyone to watch it!

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (S Korea, iQIYI)

My top BL of the year. It's a second chance romance, you see the characters both in high school and later as adults and I don't really want to spoil anything else about it. It's beautiful, the characters are so compelling, and the story is masterfully told.

Love for Love's Sake (S Korea, iQIYI)

This one is special and quite unique, and I also don't want to spoil much about it! It begins with a basic isekai set up that then goes to some unexpected places. Really, really beautiful show.

Love Sea (Thailand, iQIYI)

Definitely my favorite spicy romance of the year. I really loved a lot about the story for this one, in particular the class dynamics that defined the characters and their relationship, and Mahasamut (played by Fort) is on my list of favorite drama characters this year.

Marahuyo Project (Philippines, YouTube)

We didn't get much from the Philippines this year, but they did drop one absolute banger in this show about a fierce and proud gay kid who gets booted out of school in Manila and sent to live with his grandma and mother on a small island. He makes friends and enemies and starts an LGBTQ+ club, and falls in love along the way.

Mr Mitsuya's Planned Feeding (Japan, fansub)

An excellent age gap romance about a young editor and the chef who writes for his magazine making food together and falling in love. Lots of fun side characters, too. I loved every minute of this show.

Perfect Propose (Japan, Gaga)

Two old friends meet when one of them is in need of housing and one is on the verge of a nervous breakdown from a soul-sucking corporate job, and help each other heal. This one is short and sweet.

Ossan's Love Returns (Japan, Gaga)

This one is technically a sequel, but you can enjoy it without having seen the original (and might like it better that way, tbh). One of the funniest shows of the year and featuring a main couple that is a personal fav and are now on my ride or die list.

Takara's Treasure (Japan, Gaga)

This one is a simple story but so, so sweet. A cute little bean follows his mysterious idol to university and joins the hiking club to get to know him better. They get to know each other slowly and fall in love.

Unknown (Taiwan, Viki)

ALMOST my favorite bl of the year, but we had a few issues on the back end. Despite that, I still loved it a whole lot. A family drama and a love story about two chosen brothers whose relationship changes over time. Easily the best BL Taiwan made this year.

Looking at this list, I am realizing how absolutely invaluable my Gaga and iQIYI subscriptions have become; it's where nearly all my favorite BL is airing.

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

Omg I’m ovulating and I need Jean right now 🥸could you pls write something about country boy Jean and a shy reader 🙈 I just know he is so charming, low key kinda cocky, and drives a pickup truck 😿😋

Your wish is my command

Save a horse Ride a...

WC: 5.5K (i promise its worth it)

Summary: city girl reader comes home to her family far and sees Cowboy Jean

CW: finger-sucking, cunnilingus, creampie, slut, good girl, princess, sweetheart, Jean has a huge cock, slight dumbification, slight degradation, doggy, spanking. NSFW MDNI 18+!!!

It’s been a few months since you’ve been home but you’ve really been missing the small back-roads town you grew up in. Growing up, generally, no one really left your home town so it was rather unusual for you to take a job in a big city a few hours out. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you knew in your soul you longed for the sound of the crickets at night under the full moon, the one diner in town with the absolute best burgers and shakes, the smell of your family’s farm wafting through your open window at night, and how much brighter the stars shined under the wide country sky. 

You missed it more than you cared to admit, so coming back home to work on the farm for two months this summer didn’t sound too bad. Your mom posed the idea one night when you were ranting to her about the stress of your “big city job” over the phone and she suggested you were just homesick and needed to take some time off, get back to your roots, and she was right. So here you were driving down the interstate through miles of nothing on either side in your fancy new car that dramatically contrasted with the dusty environment around you. You knew you’d hear a bunch of grief from your friends and family about how you dressed now and the loss of your sweet southern accent but you were prepared. Pulling into the long gravel driveway of your family's farm just on the outside of what was actually considered “town” you saw your dog run down from the front door to excitedly greet you. You walked out slamming your car door and slinging your bag over your shoulder before smothering your best friend with pets and kisses “Wish you’d do that to me sweetheart” came from a low raspy voice behind you in that signature cocky southern tone, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Of course, it was him, your father's favorite farm hand, Jean. How could you forget that he’d be here? 

You and Jean had a long history, and by history you mean the ongoing phenomenon of you secretly pining after him for years as he worked for your dad and him constantly flirting with every woman he laid his eyes on. He was very popular around town, especially among the girls. When you were home you’d always see Jean dragging back a different girl to his cabin next to the horse stables and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, deep down feeling just a twinge of hurt that it wasn’t you. 

You just rolled your eyes and stood up, walking towards the front door of the big white house you grew up in “C’mon darling, I don’t even get a proper greeting?” He said smirking while leaning his right arm against your car “I’ll see you later when I go to help out with the stables Jean..” you replied in a mildly annoyed tone promptly reaching the door of your house and slamming it shut behind you. You were already stressed out about your job the last thing you needed to be stressed about was Jean fucking Kirstein. 

You walked up the rickety old stairs stained with splotches of paint, dirt, and who knows what else before reaching your room, the first one on the right, unfortunately with a perfect view of Jean’s cabin through your big, open window. You quickly shut your curtains and turned away from the view. You were not doing that. Not again. You didn’t need to know who Jean was gonna bring home tonight and cry into your pillow like you were 16 again.

 So you unloaded your things onto your bed and walked back downstairs to your mom who had already prepared a huge lunch for you. She insisted working in the city with such a stressful job had made you far too skinny and you needed to “put some meat back on those bones” so she sat you down at the round dining table in the corner of the kitchen and placed a cornucopia of your favorite foods from when you were little, her famous southern mac n cheese, a few tenders of fried chicken, some green beans for vitamins, and of course a slice of apple pie complete with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and a coke. “I’m never gonna eat all of this mama” you giggled looking down at the absolute feast laid in front of you, god you’d been here for maybe 15 minutes and your slight accent had already made a comeback. “Well baby whatever you don’t finish we’ll have for dinner how ‘bout that hm?” She said sweetly stroking your arm “Saw you talking to Jean out there. Such a sweet boy, that one. I know your father likes him a whole lot.” You laughed softly to yourself at your mother’s comment of Jean being a “sweet boy” not wanting to get into an unnecessary argument, all you asked in response was where your father was, considering it was strange he hadn’t greeted you in one of his famous bear hugs yet. You were informed he went into a town a few towns over to pick up some more cows for the farm and wouldn’t be back for about three days. Three whole days you will have to work on the farm with just Jean, without the presence of your father as a buffer. Great. 

You scarfed down the delicious meal your sweet mother so graciously prepared for you, maybe she was right, you hadn’t been eating enough. You put what was left over in your oversized fridge and thanked her once again for welcoming you back with such open arms. You did the dishes and took your dog for a run, trying to put off your farm responsibilities until tomorrow mainly for one reason in particular. Unluckily for you the path you took on the run winded through Jean’s smoking spot when he was in-between tasks, how could you forget that? 

“Hey, princess why don’t you take a break and sit with me, hm? Got an extra cigarette just for those pretty lips.” He exhaled, smoke ghosting over his lips as he patted the spot next to him with his large hand. As much as your heart longed to find some semblance of affection in Jean’s flirtation you knew you weren’t special, he flirted with every breathing female who crossed his path, and playing into that would only hurt your feelings more in the long run. So no you would not smoke with him, you had things to do, none of them being Jean Kirstein. 

“Don’t smoke anymore, ‘ts bad for you, you know.” You remarked annoyingly trying to come off completely disinterested in his advances. “Oh, I see, the big city’s turned you into a good girl huh?” he teased taking another long drag, god he looked so good like this. All sweaty from working outside all day, tan with a slight sunburn across his nose dotting just a few freckles, his hair pushed back. “I’m not about to take advice from someone with a mullet” you scoffed and continued your walk as he protested behind you, it was hard to walk away from the opportunity to sit with him but you had to do it. You couldn’t run the risk of being any more captivated by him than you already were. 

After you returned from your walk and had been sulking in your childhood room a few hours later the time had come, like a doomsday countdown your mom stalked your door and asked why you hadn’t been out to see the horses yet. “They miss you a whole lot honey, don't know why you’re leaving 'em all high and dry like this.” She said with a slight tone of disappointment. She was right, it had been forever since you’d been in the stables and you couldn’t let Jean keep you from the horses forever, besides that wasn't fair to them. You’d just have to tough it out. Who knows maybe he’ll be somewhere else when you decided to go check up on them and perform your chores. 

You agreed with your mom and sighed as you pulled your body away from the soft comfort of your warm bed. It was boiling hot out so you needed to change it if you were going to be doing any actual work. You threw on a tank top and pair of old cut-offs you’d cut from jeans when you were 17. You looked pretty good you weren’t gonna lie to yourself. You headed downstairs out the front door and into the stables. Luckily it appeared the only living thing inside was the horses. You breathed a sigh of relief as you greeted each of them, pressing soft kisses to their noses and scratching the special spot they like behind their ears. You noticed at least two of them needed a bath, god does Jean even do anything around here besides antagonize you? 

You set your hat on a fence post and led one of the horses out into an open area where she could be bathed. You grabbed the hose and went to work scrubbing her silky mane and making sure to get her hooves as well. While you were diligently working on the task before you, Jean returned from wherever he was previously causing trouble. You caught him out of the corner of your eye just outside the big open doors of the stables talking to a tall blonde girl. “Yeah baby ‘ll see you later tonight all right,” he said in that sly seductive tone as he pushed some of her fried blonde hair behind her ear, and even worse you could see his large calloused hand resting on her ass. God you wanted to disappear right then and there, why did you have to be subjected to Jean’s promiscuous affairs? You pretended not to notice and continued working a brush through the black main of the horse in front of you “Can you believe him” you whispered to her “You probably can I guess, you must see it all the time” you said as you began to work little braids in the freshly brushed out mane. “Hey Princess picking up my slack huh” his voice came from the open doors as he stomped his way towards the other horse that needed to be bathed. “Not really, I’m just doing what needs to be done around here. Someone has to.” You scoffed in response to his obnoxious comment, how could you be so into him when he’s so aggravating?

You couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on that girl’s ass and his promise of seeing her later tonight, the look of lust behind his pretty amber eyes. Why couldn’t that be you? It’s not like his standards were high and you weren't ugly… why had he never chosen you. “What you thinking about over there pretty girl?” he said “Nothing just trying to get my work done so I can go back home” you replied nonchalantly not wanting him to see behind your facade. So you finally got your work done and succeeded in avoiding Jean for the rest of the night. You kept your promise to your sweet mom and ate your leftovers with her at the dining table before heading up to your bathroom for a hot shower. As you soaped up your body you thought of his hands, how they would feel against your soft skin, what his lips would feel like against yours, then you thought of her. About how he’s probably bottoming out in her as you were showering and the thought made you shiver. You could always check… He left his curtains open all the time, you could see what he was doing right now. No that’s pathetic. You're not 16 anymore. You quickly finished your body and wrapped yourself in a warm towel before walking back down the hall to your room to get dressed for the night. You finished up your nighttime routine, brushed out the long locks of your thick hair, and threw on a big comfy shirt you kept from one of your past boyfriends.

Walking to your bed to scroll through your phone for a little bit the curtains blew open from the movement of the air and you could briefly see into Jean’s window. You didn’t turn around, for about 5 minutes that is. You couldn’t stand not knowing what he was doing. You had to know if he kept his promise of meeting that girl, so you slowly walked over to your window and took the thin fabric of the curtain between your fingers, carefully moving it to the side.

Your fears were confirmed when you looked straight into his bedroom and saw his slender fingers digging into the hips of some girl with a terrible fake tan. Her face was contorted in pleasure and you could even hear them as Jean was making her scream around him due to their proximity. You saw his face too, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and little strands of his brown hair making their way into his eyes, a red tint across his cheeks from exertion and a slight glimmer of sweat against his skin. You shouldn’t be watching this, this is a private moment between Jean and whoever his girl of the night was, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way his hips snapped up into her with delicious fervor just had your mind wandering about how that would feel if it was you instead. His abs contracting with each thrust had your hands wandering down the hem of your cotton panties as you sat back on the edge of your bed. Your eyes were glued to him the entire time as you slowly played with the wetness pooling between your legs, dipping your fingers inside yourself imagining they were his. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm as your breathing grew deeper and more labored. His grunts and groans were music to your ears as you felt yourself slipping over the edge. You called out his name as you let go, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your eyebrows now too were furrowed in pleasure as you watched him please the girl bouncing on top of him, You briefly shut your eyes as you got closer to your approaching high, imagining he was thrusting into you, whispering nasty things about how good you were for him. You wanted him- no you needed him so badly. As you came on your delicate fingers you opened your eyes to the pornographic scene displayed through your window, and whether you imagined it or not you could've sworn for just a second that Jean’s eyes were on you, watching your body heave up and down at the pleasure you gave yourself. But just as soon as it happened it was gone, he was whispering dirty inaudible things to the girl below him, you weren’t sure if he spotted you watching him at all. 

No, he didn’t, it was just your imagination, you decided. Jean’s never been in your room, he doesn’t know you have a view of his house from your window so why would he look in your direction at all? It just doesn't make sense.

Having found comfort in your conclusion that Jean had not caught you touching yourself for him while he fucked another girl, you quickly washed your hands and tucked yourself in for the night, dreading having to see him tomorrow. You lay in the dark and thought about the situation. You wondered if you should confront him or just pretend it never happened. Your heart raced as you tried to decide what to do.

Unfortunately, the sun rose the next morning, bringing about a new challenge of having to face Jean after the last night. You slept in for as long as you could, hoping to burn the daylight and not face him any sooner than was absolutely necessary. Your mom, however, knocked on your door around 10:30 to make sure you were feeling okay, as it was unusual for you to sleep in on the farm, thus beginning what would be a painstakingly long day. You ate a quick breakfast of microwaved oatmeal, you figured if you had to face him, it would be better to get it over with, kindly declining your mother's invitation for a home-cooked breakfast. You made your way back upstairs and threw on your uniform of a tank top, hat, and jean shorts before slowly walking towards the barn to begin your tasks for the day. Surprisingly Jean wasn’t in the barn when you arrived and instead were two new farmhands your dad recently hired from town. Teenage boys, looking for a little extra money on the side. This happened occasionally when the farm was under a little more stress than usual. You just tipped your hat to them and went on with your work as they did theirs. 

You were lugging bales of hay into a pile in the corner when you finally heard him arrive. The sound of his old pickup truck sputtering to a stop could be spotted from a million miles away. He stepped out and into the barn and surprisingly, he barely spoke to you all day. No sarcastic comments, no flirting, just a “Scuse me” every now and then when he’d accidentally bump into you.

It was nearing the end of the day which had gone at a surprisingly fast rate without being taunted by Jean. You were wrapping up your chores and started to say your goodbyes to the farm hands when he walked up to you. “Hey princess wanna come back and have a drink with me on my porch, we gotta lotta catching up to do. Wanna talk to you before you run off again.” He said in a more sincere, but slightly arrogant manner, a tone of mystery to his voice. You decided you’d have to talk to him at some point and after last night you’d have to get over your stupid little schoolgirl crush on him. You figured actually having a conversation would be good exposure therapy to get a head start on getting over him. 

So you followed in his large footsteps back to his rusty old truck he’s used to pick up countless girls and sat down in the front. He pulled out of the driveway of the stables and it was a quick 3-minute drive back to his house. The drive was quiet and the expression on Jean’s face was one you hadn’t seen in all your years of knowing him. It looked like there was a marble rolling around in his head. What was he thinking about? God, what you would do to find out. He stepped out of his old truck and swung open your door for you, what seemed like a sincerely nice action, very out of character for the Jean Kirstein you knew. You quietly followed him up the wooden stairs to a set of old dilapidated rocking chairs on his front porch. He motioned for you to take a seat, and he sat in the chair next to you. You both sat in silence as if he was waiting for you to say something. You braced yourself for whatever it was he wanted to talk about.

As you sat he flung open the screen door to his house and returned a minute later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured two drinks and handed you one. He held his glass up and said, "Cheers." You clinked glasses and sipped your drink, still anxious about not knowing what was on his mind. He leaned back, drink in one hand and the other behind his head as he rocked back in his chair. Suddenly the realization of what was happening hit you, what do you even say to him Do you know I’ve liked you for 5 years? Why were you banging that trashy blonde girl last night? Did you see me touching myself for you? Your thoughts wandered everywhere except acceptable conversation topics. You opened your mouth to try to say something, but nothing came out. You simply stared at him, unable to process the situation and all the emotions running through you, eyes focused on his piercing amber gaze.

"Missed having you 'round here princess," he said nonchalantly as he rocked back in his chair, seemingly lightening the mood. He felt the tension too and wanted to make you more comfortable. You swallowed the lump in your throat and found your voice again. You managed a small smile and replied, "Missed being here I guess." You shrugged and looked up at the ceiling before swallowing a large sip of the whiskey, hoping it would give you a little liquid courage. "Big city girl now huh? Not used to being back on the farm." He chuckled and you could feel the tension dissipate slightly, yet still uncomfortable. The question had been stirring in your brain all day. Had he seen you? Is that what he wanted to talk about? He handed you the bottle and you both sat in a brief silence, watching the fire flicker in the lanterns lighting up the doorway. "I'm still me Jean, just been gone a while that's all…” you trailed off awkwardly “Still know my way around the farm." He smiled and you felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You smiled back, grateful for the reminder that you were still the same person underneath it all. "Seems like you forgot your manners, sweetheart." He chuckled as he stretched his arms over his head, revealing the little trail of hair hiding just above the hem of his jeans as you tried not to stare for too long. 

Taken aback, you tried to understand what he meant had you said something? “Well I don’t think I’m the one who’s been rude lately Jean, you barely looked at me all day. Might’ve said all of three words.” You said with furrowed brows, your voice trailed off sounding a little angrier than intended, accidentally letting your frustration out. “Oh yeah? And why do you think that is princess?” he said a small smirk forming on his face as he sipped his whiskey. “I dunno” you whispered under your breath as you looked down at the floor to avoid his intense glare, feeling your heart speed up. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you it’s rude to look in people’s windows” and with that your heart stopped, your hands grew clammy and you couldn’t swallow the lump in your throat. 

He knew. Fuck. Of course, he knew. That’s what this is all about. “Jean I-” you started to say before he cut you off. “Don’t apologize, princess, you think I haven't seen you staring at me, hm? Watching me workin’ out in the sun probably getting all nice and wet for me.” “I’ve been watching you too sweetheart, walking around in those tight little shorts basically beggin’ me to fuck you right there.” He said nonchalantly as if he was just asking how your day was, sipping his drink.

Were you dreaming or did Jean Kirstein, your father's favorite employee, just say he wants to fuck you. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply stuttered out what came to your mind first “B-but that girl th- the blonde one-” you said shakily, not having looked up at Jean once since the conversation took this turn.

He stood up from his creaky chair until all you could see were his muddy boots next to yours. He grabbed your face gently with his tough, calloused fingers to make you look up at him “Wanted to put on a good show for ya. ‘Was thinking about your pretty little body under me the whole time. You know how cruel you are wearing those tiny ass tank tops, showing your tits off to all the farmhands? Know how many times I’ve thought about you wiggling under me, hm? I don't give a fuck about any girl I bring back, how could I when I'm thinking of you the whole time?"

With that, as you were about to respond Jean yanked you up to stand beneath him, smoothly catching your lips in a sloppy wet kiss. The taste of whiskey on his tongue made it all the more intoxicating, the way his hands roamed your body. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as his tongue explored your mouth, teeth lightly grabbing your bottom lip between them. 

Without saying anything Jean lead you into his house straight to his bedroom and sat you down on his creaky bed, towering over you. He removed your clothing painstakingly slowly as his lips ghosted your neck before taking in the view below him “Even more fuckin’ sexy than I imagined” You could see him growing hard against his jeans as you tugged at his waistband “N-need you Jean, need you so bad” was all you managed to whine out. As he removed his dirty work clothes before you your eyes wandered over his toned muscles, your mind roaming a million different places from his fingers inside you to his huge cock. 

You reached for his thick cock, pretty pink tip absolutely dripping with precum but he tsked “Uh uh baby, I’m here for you, alright? Now why don't you show me how you play with yourself for me, hm?” He whispered in your ear, chill bumps racing down your spine as a vibrant red blush crossed your face. The thought of touching yourself for Jean made you both extremely embarrassed and extremely turned on 

“C’mon princess you weren’t too shy last night now were you?” He said as his teeth lightly scraped the sweet spot on your neck making you let out a soft moan. You simply shook your head and leaned back against his pillows. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and slowly lowered your dainty fingers down to your core, you could feel your pussy already dripping down your soft inner thighs as Jean’s gaze stayed locked on you. You began rubbing slow circles on your needy clit as you looked up at him “This what you do when you make yourself cum for me?” Jean asked, his signature cocky tone returning. You nodded and started to dip one of your small fingers into your aching pussy softly whining out “Jean..” “Yeah what do you think about baby, hm?” he said inquisitively, watching every movement of your hand on your messy pussy, making him harder than he thought possible. “Think about y-your hands and how they’d feel, s-so big and strong-” you whimpered out as you added a second finger to your sopping cunt. “Yeah just my fingers, princess?” He asked cockily, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. “N-no, think about your cock too a-and your mouth…” you trailed off, voice getting quieter as you felt a familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. 

“Mhm and what about my mouth?” The thought of you getting yourself off to him turned Jean on so much and he needed more, needed to know exactly what you thought about. “Y-your tongue, all over my pussy a-and sucking on my clit-” you were cut off as your orgasm ripped through you, overcoming you like waves crashing on a beach, eyes squinted shut. you were accustomed to making yourself cum fast due to your very little free time. 

Jean saw you unravel beneath him, mouth slightly agape as your juices pooled around your small fingers. As you pulled them out Jean replaced them with his rough thumb, rubbing lazy circles on your over-sensitive clit. You wined out and dug your fingers into his muscular back as he touched you “If you can’t take this baby, how are you gonna take my cock?” He chuckled as he squeezed one of his long slender fingers into your tight cunt. “So fucking wet for me…” he said pulling his fingers out and spreading them in front of you to showcase your wetness before sliding them into your mouth “Be a good girl and taste yourself for me m’kay?” He said eyes filled with lust as you sucked his long fingers deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted the tangy stickiness of your cum. 

“Such a good fuckin’ slut for me aren’t you?” He said as he removed his fingers, shoving them back into your pussy harshly making you gasp “Probably thought about this a million times huh, me having my fucking way with you. ‘M gonna fuck you like the slut you are, always teasin’ me when I’m at work” your pussy clenched at his words and he chuckled “yeah you like that don’t you? Like me calling you a fuckin’ slut” You nodded as he removed his fingers and moved your hands to your knees “Hold these pretty legs open for me while I eat this pussy okay baby?” He said in a commanding tone before using his ring and middle fingers to spread your pussy open for him “So fuckin pink and wet for me god, this is the prettiest fuckin pussy I’ve ever seen” he said before lowering his mouth onto your swollen clit, tongue doing figure eights all over your dripping pussy. You could feel his scruff against your skin as his hair tickled your soft thighs “Taste so sweet for me baby, said you want me to suck on your clit right?” He asked making direct eye contact with you as you nodded, he removed his mouth from your desperate pussy before saying “Good girls use their words, sweetheart" with a deviant smile “Y-yes Jean I w-want your tongue on my clit” you said, embarrassed at how he had you sprawled out in front of him, already willing to do whatever he wanted. “That’s a good girl” he smiled before attaching his mouth back on your sensitive pussy, sucking and lapping at you like he was never going to eat again. It felt so good you couldn’t control yourself as his skilled tongue ran over you, tears forming in your eyes, knees shaking as his name rolled off your tongue like a mantra.

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his face “Yeah there you go princess, give me all of it, want all of your fuckin’ cum” he said as his tongue continued to assault your swollen clit, riding out your orgasm until he was completely satisfied. You looked so fucked out beneath him and he hadn’t even given you his cock yet, but you needed it, you craved it. Needed the way you knew it would stretch out your tight walls. “Turn over for me baby,” he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that has fallen on your flushed face as a result of your earth-shattering orgasm. You turned your body over onto your elbows, chest flat against the bed and round ass in the air as you heard Jean stroke his cock a few times. “Been thinking about fuckin’ this tight little pussy for so long baby” he said as he caressed the soft skin of your ass before pressing a harsh slap into the skin, seeing it turn red for him. “You want my cock, huh?” he asked cockily as he spanked you again. “P-please Jean I need your cock” you managed to whine out “I can tell baby, your pussy is just fucking dripping down your thighs onto my sheets, making such a fucking mess.” He chuckled as you moaned at his words, dragging his aching pink tip up and down your wet slit just to tease you. "P-please Jean, I need it-" you begged before he slapped his fat tip against your clit making you whimper. "You need it huh? Beg me, baby, beg for my cock." He smirked as you bucked your hips backward hoping to feel him enter you "Please Jean, please, fuck I need your cock so bad, wanna feel it stretch me out, please please please." You whined pathetically under him before he harshly thrust his painfully hard thick cock into your aching pussy, molding you around him. You screamed as he bottomed out in you immediately, making you take every inch “C’mon baby, weren't you just beggin' for this? Take it like the good little slut you are.” he said as his hips picked up their rhythm, snapping his long cock into your tight cunt, tight balls hitting your clit with every thrust making you go absolutely brain dead for him. You loved the way he stretched you out, his thick cock bullying his way into your tight pussy had you screaming for him so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He said punctuating each word with a thrust rougher than the last “Wish you could see this tight pussy creaming all over my cock” he said, eyes focused on the white ring forming at his base from both your cum and his. “Fuck, not gonna last long with you squeezing me like this princess,” he said, spanking your ass, making you moan into his sheets. “J-jean ‘m gonna..” “I know baby, I can feel that tight pussy squeezing ‘round me” he replied squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure, going faster as his thrusts got sloppier. You came quickly at his increased speed, releasing your juices all over his cock. This turned him on more than he thought was possible 

“Fuck ‘m gonna stuff you with my cum okay? Gonne cum deep inside this pretty pussy” You didn’t reply as you were completely fucked out, soon he released deep inside you, balls tightening as he pumped every last drop of his hot sticky cum inside you. You could feel his warm seed paint the inside of your walls white so deep inside you. He fucked his cum deep inside you, riding out his orgasm before pulling out to watch it drip down your thighs. “So pretty for me,” he said turning you back over onto your back before placing a soft, romantic kiss on your lips. “You gotta stop wearing those little shorts ‘round here okay? Makes me fuckin’ sick seeing the other guys stare at you like that.” “Oh you jealous?” you giggled, feeling a happy warm feeling at the thought of Jean being possessive “Damn right I’m jealous. From now on I’m the only one that gets to see that ass okay?” He said as he pulled you closer onto his warm chest, wrapping his strong arm around you. You could smell the strong scent of his masculine cologne and closed your eyes next to him “Mhm” you nodded as you started to drift off to sleep. Jean didn’t usually let his hookups sleepover, he knew you would be more than that. 

[cadejos]

ON NANAMI'S POWER LEVEL, DOMAIN EXPANSIONS, DOMAIN COUNTERS, AND HOW JUJUTSU SOCIETY PLAYS A ROLE.

This analysis originally turned viral on twitter. I'm posting it here for archival.

Nanami treated sorcery like a job and Gojo treated sorcery like a lifestyle. I've thought long and hard about why Nanami does not have certain skills (DE, Simple Domain, etc) that'd easily bump him up in terms of power, as he's already very strong. The reason is two-fold:

He never set out to do more than what he absolutely had to do. ("Moderate effort where moderate effort suffices," etc)

Information about sorcery is very gatekept and compartmentalized, because Jujutsu society sucks.

For point number 1, we are to keep in mind that Nanami is a grade one sorcerer, very much the peak of what sorcery is supposed to be outside of Special Grade work. The purpose of sorcery, up until very recently, has been about killing curses, most of which are not special grade or intelligent. The disaster curses are anomalies, and battles with Domain users were very rare until they showed up. They vastly skewed the power system. Remember that not even Naobito Zenin, the head of one of the great clans, had a Domain expansion either, and it took the work of a Domain user (Megumi) and an experienced sorcerer killer (Toji) to properly counter Dagon in his domain.

If domain battles are truly so rare, I don't really blame Nanami for not going out of his way to work on developing one, especially since Domains require an element of self-assurance that Nanami, due to trauma and disposition, was never geared toward developing.

His soul was strong enough to protect against a novice Mahito subconsciously, which is a promising start, but once Mahito grew too strong he was way out of Nanami's scope (not to mention Gege deliberately tired him over the course of Shibuya) and Nanami was more inclined to take his loss gracefully than to force himself to craft an spontaneous Domain Expansion. It's not like he really had the energy to try, either.

Overall, developing a DE for the off chance that he stumbled upon a Domain user just doesn't sound like his style. And he wouldn't do it for fun, either, because jujutsu is not fun for him, and it never has been. It's just work.

Let's say he would want to at least develop a domain counter, though. That's where point number 2 steps in. The whole reason something as fundamental as a domain counter is so rare in jujutsu is purely because jujutsu society is inherently selfish and self-serving.

If I recall correctly, SD is not something you can teach due to a binding vow tied to the technique. It has to be something you learn on your own through observation and intuition, or by joining New Shadow Style. Up until UiUi's soul swapping, there wasn't a reliable work around for this conundrum. And the other domain counters? Old, not very well known, and gatekept by the clans.

Sometimes I'm inclined to believe jujutsu sorcerers learn sorcery not because of the school system but in spite of it. Unless you're already a genius, born gifted, or willing to go an extra -- ambiguously illicit -- mile (like Kusakabe), there's not much the average sorcerer can do, and not many tools for them to learn to begin with. Nanami is presented as the baseline of what modern day good sorcery looks like; what you can achieve if you're competent, and don't have the privilege of relying on very good mentors, obscure knowledge, or ancient techniques. Even then he had an expansion technique, not something every sorcerer has, and he was capable of achieving one of the pinnacles of Jujutsu, which is the black flash; precisely because of his attitude toward jujutsu and his ability to focus when things get serious.

Maybe if given enough time to heal from his psychological wounds, and given opportunities for more black flashes, as well as a strong enough incentive, he could have circumvented a lot of problems and enlightened his way toward a DE or other such jujutsu-relevelations.

But that's speculation and not really the point of his character.

Had he been a villain though? Gege probably would've made him stronger, if his Culling Games score in JJK's draft Jujutsu Sousen is anything to go by, which is amusing.

Supplementary reading:

In regards to black flashes: a post where I go over why I think Yuuji and Nanami are especially good at them, and why I think they require conditions that are in opposition to Domain expansions.

Measuring Nanami's critical hit power: where I use a statement to further analyze and evaluate the capabilities of the Ratio Technique.

[the-matpat-ever]

This is just an old oneshot of an interpretation of Phantom based on a roleplay I did with a particularly lovely person in my fnaf esc discord server. Im still so proud of it!! This was created based in the same world as the Twin AU of Mad and Ness

Context: Post incident with Mad trying to kill and torture Nate, Mare is created from the pure hatred Nate had been bottling up underneath the surface. Phantom on the other hand was created from Nate's religious trauma from his mother, viewed by Nate as an imaginary friend or guardian angel when they were small children. Phantom is all of Nate's greed, deceitfulness, and self destruction, changing with Nate as they got older. Phantom acts as superior when he really isn't, viewing Mare as an annoying little brother. They are just thoughts that can take a physical form, hence: Thoughtforms

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Natemare

I'm glad we can both agree on something (:

You had a job, but sorry buddy, your position has been filled.

Fill your head with hot air all your WANT, convince yourself you HELP Nathan now, but you don't.

You are just another con man, Phantom.

A LEECH.

11:52 pm

A red glow illuminates his phone from his eyes. The raven digs his nails into flesh, itching to shed blood. His heart beat was irregular as it pounded in its hollow chest. He was just so...ANGRY. At himself for letting Nate get hurt, for Mare for calling him OUT. He drops his phone as Phantom claws at his head while he shakes. He tried his best.

It wasn't enough.

Nate was better off without it. All he did was LIE. He had no use for him anymore, Mare was simply just more effective than it. He grits his teeth until it feels like he's crushing his teeth from the pure pressure. Phantom thinks back to all the years he had protected Nate. That's all he wanted to do; It's what he was made to do and he FAILED. Teeth clench down further, puncturing his lip in the process. It was trembling and panting. He just wanted to feel just a little bit of freedom. He wanted to see the world. It didn't matter what he did in his free time; Even if it was tricking and consuming human souls...

ALL THOSE YEARS FOR NOTHING. Nate wasn't even grateful..His breath quickens, sucking in a gulp of air before throwing the first thing his ivory hands reach. His staff hits the wall with a loud CRACK not too long after. It rebounds off the wall, leaving a crack in the glass ball that was located in the snake's maw. Fingers pull at raven hair, the aching burn not even comparing to the fire eating away at his insides until there is nothing left. It was AGONY.

Black drips down his arms from his fingertips like hot wax while a thin black tail curls around his thigh to ground itself. His legs gave out, being forced to sit on his knees. His breath was hot as he coughed up bits of ash and live embers, lungs filling up with hot steaming smoke, exhaling black and crimson through his maw and nose.

Ashy fingers replace their grasp on black bony appendages that sprouted from the sides of its head. He lets out a pain ridden shriek from how much it B U R N E D. He collapses face first onto the floor. The cool floor was almost a blessing in disguise. It indiginitally crawls on the ground before reaching for his cane. Shame envelopes the demonic thoughtform like a stab in the chest. What was he doing? Crawling on a dirty ass floor like a low life; a peasant. He HATED it. HE HATED IT, HE HATED IT, HE HATED IT.

The thoughtform is unable to bring itself to sit up and do something productive because this was definitely NOT beneficial. He just wallows in self-pity, feeling absolutely horrid with himself.

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

[smallangels]

Stressed Baby Angel

requested by @jacksdinonuggets !

Plot: Carmilla comes to the home but it stresses Vaggie out so much she ends up slipping right infront of Carmilla when she gets there, and is left to take care of the baby Angel.

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It was a few days after extermination, Hell has won! Husk and Angel started dating and were out, Niffty was gone with Alastor, somewhere, and Charlie is out with Lucifer. Vaggie offered to stay and watch the hotel. Though, it was a bit of a mess, Charlie’s old planning board, empty alcohol bottles, knives stuck in the ground piercing bugs, and a ball of Valentinks fur, probably left by Niffty. She hadn’t really mind though, as no one was planning to come check in the hotel today, but she was so wrong.

Carmilla Carmine was like a motherly figure to Vaggie, after the extermination, Vaggie visited Carmilla more often, and soon she told the ballerina about her regression. She was like a mother to her when she regressed, making sense as she has two daughters. Carmilla was coming to the Hotel to congratulate the Princess, Fallen Angel and the sinners on getting rid of Adam, and winning for the souls of Demons, imps, and overlords. She hadn’t told Vaggie, and thought it’d be a nice surprise.

While Vaggie was cleaning up the mess, she heard the door knock. “What the hell? Nobody should be here already, they left awhile ago!” Vaggie walks up to the door, and opens it. She’s greeted by a slim, beautiful, tall, overlord. “Well hello there Vaggie, finally came to see your hotel,” Carmilla looked down at Angel. “Oh.. hey Carmilla! Nice seeing you here..! Oh look, you’ve checked out the hotel! Okay, bye!” Vaggie tries to push Carmilla away, but she’s surprisingly super strong, especially for someone standing on their “tippy toes.” “Vaggie, what are you doing?” “You’ve check the hotel right? Haha, you can go!” Carmilla walks in herself, pushing Vaggie aside, then she sees the absolute mess the lobby is. Vaggie covers her face, embarrassed. “Why, why, why did you have to come?!” Vaggie bursts out, it seemed she was obviously stressed and embarrassed from cleaning and having Carmilla over. “Seriously girl, you tried to keep me out because of a mess?” “It’s my job as a Hazbin Hotel worker to make sure that we’re not reviewed bad!” Vaggie yelled out, and seemingly starts to cry. Carmilla sees this, and quickly scoops up the little angel with her gigantic hands. “There, there little angel, just because one person is here, doesn’t mean it’ll affect you,” Carmilla says, rubbing her back with two of her fingers. “There’s no need for tears Vaggie, auntie’s here now, I’ll make sure your hotel will be as good as new.” Carmilla explored the hotel a bit, a small Vaggie being in her arms. “Can you show me where your room is baby?” *Vaggie points up the stairs, and puts her thumb in her mouth* “Ah, no Vaggie, did you wash your hands? You were cleaning just before.” Vaggie nods no, “I’ll get your pacifier once we get up there,” Carmilla opens the door to their room, eyes widening a bit at the master bedroom. There, she opens Vaggies nightstand and gets a pacifier and a clip for it. She attaches it to her red shirt, and bops it in her mouth. “There, better than sucking your thumb.” Carmilla plays with Vaggie, playing her favourite game, Pirates. Carmilla could use some time off being an overlord and have some free time. “How do you play this “Pirates” baby?” “Vaggie shows her two plastic toy chests. “You’s have to get mine, I’s has to try ‘n get yours!” “Really? That’s your favourite game Vaggie?” The Overlord and Angel play the game for an hour, having fun sneaking up on each other, stealing fake gold, and Carmilla lifting up Vaggie with her hands, slowly getting on the bed, and making Vaggie “walk the plank.” The two spend their evening hanging out, Vaggie giving Carmilla a tour everywhere, showing off Fat Nuggets and Keekee. They walk by the framed picture of Pentious, and Vaggie salutes, even while regressed. Carmilla awkwardly does the same, they stand there for about a minute, before Carmilla speaks up a bit, “You know Vaggie, this snake was my top buy-“ “Shush! We payin respects!” “Carmilla smiles, seeing Vaggie telling her to shush, but it was the right thing. After a while, Vaggie falls asleep in Carmilla’s arms, so she decides to help out a little. Carmilla calls her daughters over, and they help fix the main lobby the room, the floor, the trash, and made it look brand new.

Vaggie wakes up, to the noises of cleaning finishing, in her normal headspace. She wakes up on the couch, seeing the Carmines clean the lobby. Vaggie decides to get up, and help clean, talking to Carmilla, speaking with her daughters a bit, before the Princess, Overlord, and sinners come through, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, how may the Carmines assist you?” Vaggie says, smiling.

Sorry if this wasn’t as good! I haven’t written a fic in maybe.. 3 months? I just know it’s been awhile, hope you enjoyed!

[mrstsung]

DEADASS old man shang tsung should be loved more

Like mk legends shang tsung specifically is absolutely delicious.

(Minus some things like not really showing his treachery to shao kahn. Like it's playing a bit too safe in the cunning department. And honestly makes it look like he's a sinp for shao kahn when he fucking wasn't and hated his guts and would happily stab shao in the back 1000 times over if you ask him and given him the opportunity to. And not to mention it's so convenient around plot. And i hate that. Because honestly holy shit this shang had potential. He had the presence,the aura,but never really shown to fight. And it sucks. Because shang is supposed to be a beast in kombat. He was a fucking boss after all. Like gdi nrs. Why you gotta fumble this guy so hard?! Like the writing is right there!)

Anyways. Old man shang. Let's get back to that.

The reason why i feel old man shang or at least how shang tsung IS SUPPOSED TO BE.

This mofo is cursed. To age. Less he takes the lifeforce/souls of others Because he decided to say "fuck you elder gods! Imma take your ritual healing dark magics and apply it to kombat. Imma take this shit and make it my own!" DEADASS a Dracula energy/soul vampire. Like this man despite everything,still could whoop your ass because he is fucking 500yrs old! From old dynasty china. In earthrealm. Yeah.

This man used to be a warrior from earthrealm,got into beef with raiden,and said fuck you im switching sides as soon as he caught whiff of an opportunity to(at least in his mind at the time) be treated "better" (which he really wasn't as better off,maybe even worse,but he had some power and some better standing tho at a cost)

Like you could take shang tsung in many ways. But all in all he doesn't need to be twirly mustache to be evil. Nor does he need to be good or "SOME GODS PLAYTHING!" to be righteous or do honorable things.

Legitimately mofo shang tsung as an old man should be written as a person who comes off as uncannily and eerily calm,a air of danger but you can't really run away nor want to. You're too damn curious even tho you're screaming inside to run. He needs that true fucking snake vibe.

Very few people have written and portrayed this successfully. And tagawa pioneered that well vibe for villains imho. (Tho the man was unfortunately typecasted by Hollywood this man by god set the bar high. He did it so damn well. He put his whole heart into this. And honestly out of all his roles,this was the most notorious of his roles. Tho i hope this man gets more leisure roles and happier roles in the future. And eventually has a safe,and peaceful retirement. He deserves it. Fr. Thank you Mr. Tagawa seriously. <3 )

Artt butler did a fantastic job with shang tsung,tho given a better script it would be better.

Same with alan lee. I feel his would have made me like it more if fans and story weren't shit.

But all in all shang tsung being rejuvenated and young is nice. And should be shown especially since he is cursed. But his default,unpopular opinion here but. His old man form should be his default look. If not old man old man,then a but of salt n pepper at bare minimum.

Honestly,shang i prefer at his old man look because thats what i well grew up on. And that's kinda how i see him. 🤷‍♀️ *shrug*

Like guy is a flashier more fancy pai mei from Tarantino's kill bill to me. Maybe slightly bit more nicer and considerate but not by much. Lol.

I could go on and on about old man shang tsung specifically. But I'll leave this at.

Honestly we just need to bring him back. We need to bring back shang tsung with that vibe. We need to not make him conveniently made for plot. No give me the shang tsung that i fucking knew.

That bastard needs to make a comeback. And mk11 can't be the only game that he does it in.

And mk legends can't be the only media outside the games that does it either.

Anyways,old man shang. I love this foxy grandpa.

[hattiestgal]

SHOW ME YOUR LINEUP!!! 🫵🫵🫵💖

Oh boy oh boy!!!

Riley Foxglove (They/It/She): Fennec fox full of trauma and mischief. My sona, and the menace of Little Pocket. Bassist and vocalist for her band, BOY GIRL MISCHIEF! (<3 with Violette)

Violette Burrows (She/Her): Rat equally full of trauma, but also goth sass. Finally feels like she found home after an entire childhood spent traveling the country with her parents for business. Car mechanic and drummer for BOY GIRL MISCHIEF (<3 with Riley)

Omen Poe (He/They): Raven that is very much the falco type. Employee of a local hobby shop, tsundere but if you called them that they'd punch you, and the biggest egg you'll ever meet. Guitarist for BOY GIRL MISCHIEF! (<3 with Finnegan)

Finnegan Oakes (He/Him): Red fox soft kind boy. Wildlife photographer and trumpet player, and the carrier of many family legacies. Has a bit of an obsession with with historical aircraft, despite being avidly against war. A baker at heart (<3 with Omen)

Alex Lyn (She/Him): Spotted hyena washed out uni student who's finally figuring out his life. Avid hockey player, occasional strongman competition participant and ever sleepy. (<3 with Harlow)

Harlow Reese (They/It/Xe): Black cat equally washed out on uni, but being so silly about it. A complete nerd and appreciator of butches. Occasionally competes in super smash brothers competitions, but otherwise generally collects old obscure manga and video games (<3 with Alex)

Jack Foxglove (He/Any): Wolf tired gayboy, and older brother of Riley. A kind soul looking to help others by studying to become a therapist. Very full of punk swag and an absolute role model all round

Cake (She/It): Shiba inu girlthing. Consumer of many burgers and knower of an absurd amount of obscure facts about early generation game consoles. Collects a wide variety of retro games

Kiera (She/Her): Dragon sleazy cursed artifacts saleswoman. Actually the result of a god's divine punishment turned gender euphoria. While what she sells is cursed, she more realizes peoples fantasies while delivering justice to those who abuse their money

Lizzy (She/They): Taur arctic fox and the result of one of Kieras cursed artifact sales. Originally down on her luck, becoming a taur allowed her to capitalize on the novelty of being one to attract customers for a wide variety of services. Often appears at parties and is very well fed.

Lucy Diggs (He/Him): Rabbit loaded to the BRIM with trauma. Caught in a world constantly at war, given a new headmate with lightning powers and then quickly thrusted into the spot of figurehead for a freedom fighting rebellion to topple the system that perpetuates it he's being so brave about it.

Allison Dudz (She/Any): Albino alligator ex military soldier and mech pilot. Holds down a refuge in the abyss for those who walk it. Is actively on the run by a military force called ELIAS and the sort of kind of parental figure for Lucy. Another figurehead in the rebellion

(Currently Unnamed) (She/Her): Grey cat full of yuri related injuries. Also ex military but then she like kinda joined back in a way under a new name. Fought her way up the ranks to become the head of ELIAS

VUL-TURE (It/Its): Robot bounty hunter thats also a bit of a girlthing. Sucks at its job like really badly but tries its best. Has tried to assassinate the head of ELIAS twice to absolutely no avail

Scribley (It/Any/All/Your Pronouns): ??? BADASS AND INSANE. A BEING BEYOND GODHOOD MADE OF PURE MAGIC. UNSTOPPABLE BY ANY KNOWN MEANS

[dollerinna]

Yandere Billy Butcher and Yandere Homelander going after the same darling.

Darling is most likely someone you would meet in your everyday life. You work at some soul-sucking job, day in and day out your boss underpays you. That is at least what your cover is. You illegally trade temp-v and make bank off of it.

You're the number one seller in the states. Greedy crooks and desperate supes travel across the world to get their paws on your supply.

You know Butcher because you've hooked him up before. You know about his little crew and perhaps he had more than a few flirty remarks in passing.

Homelander knows you because he found a warehouse full of your stash. He was sent by Vought to eliminate you, seeing as how you were controlling a drug that was Vought's. He intended on intimidating you first. He wanted to play with you.

He didn't expect the fact that you were you.

He wanted to fall to his knees and ask for your attention.

You didn't fear him like everyone else. You regarded him in such a nonchalant way. Normally that would make him angry beyond belief but there was just a certain air of dominance around you.

You challenged him, and he liked it.

So now you have two yanderes nipping at your heels.

Billy and Homelander have a lil interaction (Billy punches Homelander in the face and in return Billy gets put through several drywalls) and now they are even worse enemies.

It just spells out Becca once again.

Billy is even more attached to you because of his ptsd. You aren't a sheep in wolf's clothing like Becca. You are the wolf. You don't pretend to be a sheep even in your day life. You simply tone it down and take the shit so you can rock others shit later in the day.

Homelander just likes the fact that you make all the violent thoughts in his head go silent. He doesn't know if it's the way you smell or how you act. All he knows is that he becomes uncharacteristically vulnerable in front of you.

They fight like old dogs who can't learn new tricks.

The only problem is—what happens when you finally show fear or doubt? You only have your confidence to keep these two in line. If that falters then someone is going to have a collar around your neck and a hand gripping your waist so tightly it leaves bruises.

OOOOOH MA GOD 😩😩😩😩

WHEN I TELL YOU HOW I FELT WHILE READING THIS SNJWJWKW

And this part? “If that falters then someone is going to have a collar around your neck and a hand gripping your waist so tightly it leaves bruises.”

YES PLEASE???? THATS THE CHERRY ON FUCKIN TOP

I’m obsessed with how the reader manages to ease both of their respective volatile temperaments (which btw is an absolute feat since duh- it’s Homelander and Butcher of all people), but also evokes their protective and territorial side at the same time??? Like it’s supposed to contradict but it works SO WELL 😫

Crap I wanna say and contribute more to the conversation, but this is perfect by itself and frankly- this headcanon is making my head feel a tad bit woozy (in the best way possible)

But do wanna say tho that the reader is a badass. They’re making absolute bank AND pulling the two hottest men in the show. They’re living the life man, I’m jelly 😭🙏🙏

[polyhexian]

I just. had an idea.

The Emperor's Coven, like many large organizations, probably doesn't update their magical cybersecurity very often. The castle's crystal ball techs probably don't wipe the old units as thoroughly as they should before disposing of them, if they even bother to wipe them at all, and Jasper probably knows where the old units get dumped. Belos definitely has a brain for physical tech, but there's no proof that he ISN'T an old man who doesn't understand basic internet safety or CB security measures, and he's full of himself and is absolutely certain Jasper is dead.

So like. Jasper's passwords probably never got changed.

Jasper gets ahold of an old castle CB and just. logs in every Friday to check on Hunter's assigned mission for the weekend and then just. goes there.

He also probably reads through Hunter's mission reports and snoops around other parts of the network and generally stays very up-to-date on what's going on in the castle. He knows everything.

Raine: So we need you to do ABC-- Jasper: Won't work. Raine: What do you mean it won't work? Jasper: Because according to my intel the situation is more XYZ. Raine: How do you know that?! I don't have clearance to know that!!! Jasper: I have my sources.

Somewhere in the castle's basement is a rookie CB tech who is only just starting to realize how soul-sucking this job is. "Hey," they say, looking at the audit they just ran, "why does this account that's supposed to be inactive show random logins?"

"Oh, leave it," says the old-timer who's counting down the days to retirement. "It's a glitch. It's been doing that for over 10 years."

"Isn't that, like, a security concern?"

"Nah, it's nothing. And it's the old Golden Guard's account, so shutting it down would also delete, like, every file and report ever associated with it, which would be bad. Trust me, it'd be more of a hassle to shut it down than to just deal with a looping glitch."

The rookie looks from the old-timer back to the audit and thinks, I can either make a fuss over nothing, or I can nod and go on my lunch.

They go on their lunch.

THATS IT THATS IT THATS WHATS HAPPENING

jaspers in his hideout with his fucking magic computer and his stolen wifi and he's reading hunters mission reports like he's reading his kids homework.

God imagining Raine desperately trying to figure out his contact is so funny. After Belos dies they can finally be like how the FUCK were you getting all that and he's just like I was a teenager with a computer

[yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters]

UGHHHHHH. I stayed awake to finish my homework but now i can't sleep. So here some sketches and my work in progress comic lore because why not. I haven't posted my art in the past weeks or so

Before explaining,let me explain how my world work first. In this earth,there's a random place where there are a stronger rush of magnetic energy/magic. It act like air,every living being need it. But it was an everyday thing that they didn't really think it's a strange things. Everything that exist in this world can absolutely absorb magic and store it inside it their own way, but there are definitely some that are better at absorbing them. They're usually called overcharged item which usually be used at mage staff and etc but besides that

There's actually two kind of way approach objects at reproduction/existing really

1. The old fashion way.

When a flesh creature has perished, rotting and only leaving a bit of flesh and bone besides an overcharged item,it soul and dna will slowly goes to the overcharged item. This situation was described as ants carrier(i'm suck at name) since the creature feature will be dragged through the ground into overcharged object,connecting it to the item (like ant,duh) like gravity (idk how to describe it but bigger magi can attract small magic like how gravity work. I'm bad at describing this one sorry).

And after that,the sarcass would slowly be healed by the new rush of magic while it attaching itself into the item. Now,the environment play a hard role at this. From health,dna,how it look and such. This overcharged item basically slowly draining others magic since more features mean more place to absorb energy. Making the place really vital to the object growth. And after a long 5-12 hours,your object has now born! This prosejure was hard to do and easily fail due to climate. But anyone that was born this way was usually a strong and even immortal being that exist even until now.

Yeyyy holy shit i wrote a super long paragraph. Anyway

2.nowdays way!

Since bone and overcharged item are now a super rare item (and expensive) due to how many living things that exist nowdays. This was now a common way objects reproduce. This was possible to do for one object,but two or more objects are recommended since this prosejure can be quite draining. Firstly,the object parent need to choose what objects their child are (recommend to choose one that assemble/represent an aspects of them the most). For example,a coffee cup can choose a plastic cup. This was to make sure that your magic can be received by the said item. And magic to it for some months,then boom baby. Sorry this end is not that good my hands are suuupee tired rn :"D

-me earlier,i can't even feel tired rn >:^

Here a pics of the main villain and his helper!

I haven't named the villain yet,but i named the right one Lorelei/mele,i may changes her design in the future tho

Sea sheep

They're gonna be super big and fluffy. Breed by the farmers on rocky beach right by coral reef so they cannot be eaten by predators. They photosynthesize and eat moss on rocks. Making them rarely move and extra fragile because of that.The leaf like part are (almost) going to be like otter furr. Trapping oxygen inside it leaf so once it goes back to water,it can absorb the oxygen it got earlier on the surface.So,depending on it sizes, it can breathe underwater from 8-20 hour is. It easy to harvest leaf and the added benefit of your own choral farm made this one of the main job of the blossomstone-becah side folks

Anyway here a random pic of me playing A bit with my school assignment

[aaronstveit]

hello i would love to hear about i used to live alone before i knew ya and/or vampire au 🤲

hiiii okay i love talking so you can hear about both <33

vampire au (sigh) is more conceptual than anything at this point and only exists because SOMEBODY said "exr vampire au so you can use i'm alive lyrics" and i love vampires so naturally this invaded my brain like a parasite. i love the idea of a vampire enjolras who turns people that he finds dying bc he can't stand suffering and that's how les amis started, and then he makes the mistake of turning grantaire.... oh the arguments they would have about the ethics of turning people into vampires without consent, the responsibilities & obligations you have toward the person who saved you/the person you saved, etc.... my opening line is:

Fuck Grantaire’s life. Death. Afterlife? Undeath? He doesn’t know what to call it, but whatever it is, fuck it.

and i used to live alone before i knew ya!!! my roommates au <3 this one has absolutely no set plot, i'm just writing and seeing where it goes! despite the hallelujah lyric as the title it is supposed to be (mostly) silly. so far it has just been an excuse to explore grantaire as a character because i think it's easy to fall into the trap of him being a general drunk mess but i want to focus more on how he is actually generally good with people in brick canon (enjolras notwithstanding), so just for you here is a long passage that i'm actually really happy with <3

So they Uber. Their driver is an overly-friendly middle aged man who asks a lot of questions about where Grantaire is moving to and why he’s moving and where he works and if he likes his job. Grantaire is too polite to give single-syllable responses like Éponine, so he ends up answering all their driver’s questions and then some. He’s not moving too far, still on the same metro line. His old building had a partial collapse last month and was condemned, oh, you heard about that? Well, he’s been crashing on Éponine’s couch since then because she’s a saint, but now he’s found an apartment that is surprisingly within his budget and less likely to literally fall down around him while he eats his dinner, hopefully. He works in the design department of a greeting card company, which is not as cute as it sounds, it is actually endlessly soul-sucking but he can’t afford to quit and anyway the routine is, tragically, good for him. And in return he hears all about the driver’s life, how he used to drive a bus for the city but got laid off, how he works three jobs now and his wife works two just so they can pay the rent and keep their daughter in dance classes, how he does like driving for Uber because he gets to meet interesting people but he also would just like to get a full night’s sleep for once. And Grantaire, well, he’s never been accused of being a bleeding heart, but. There is something about working-class suffering that just. Gets to him. The specificity of it, the humiliation and the exploitation, the way everyone else looks away because it makes them uncomfortable to know that you are paying the price for their comfort. He thinks of this kind man and all the hours he is missing with his daughter the dancer. He thinks of his parents and all the hours they missed with Grantaire, just to put food on the table. So he tells their driver about an opening in the mailroom at the greeting card company, which Grantaire knows pays decently (well, livably, anyway) because he started out in there. They exchange contact information and Grantaire promises to put in a good word for the guy, and he actually means it, and then Éponine is hauling him out of the car and they’re trying to figure out how they’re going to get all of Grantaire’s stuff up the stairs in one trip when suddenly Enjolras is there, holding the door open for them.

also i want you to know i literally reread suckerpunch literally like an hour ago and i am still blown away by how good it is! the way that you wrote grantaire is everything to me. he IS talented and good with people in canon and you put it through so well! genuinely my favorite les mis fic i've read ♡

[ohthisisgonnasuck]

This bad bitch I work with: (a wholesome anecdote)

I got another soul-sucking kitchen job & work alongside this chick who.... looks a lot like me. People get us confused quite often & both of us are just numb to it after only a couple weeks....

SO, this chick has had a rough-ass week (same) & I could tell she was NOT in the mood for shenanigans, today. A manager snapped at her about "her" frequent trips to the bathroom... she & I locked eyes, as she held up a tampon & said firmly "I'm gonna go take a shit". (I was the one that had just went)

The manager immediately started bitching that we ("twin" and I) were never where we're supposed to be... as I was standing RIGHT BEHIND THEM.

I immediately called whatever plate I was working on & this tiny lil old lady (manager) spun around, nearly dragging her jaw across my belly button. I cannot tell you how fucking amazing the look on her face was, nor the juicy reaction from my co-worker, once I told her.

We absolutely trolled management for the rest of the night... making ourselves look even more similar, pretending to be upset about the mix-ups, and making sure EVERYONE in the kitchen knew where we were, at any given time.

I had to close, but she insisted to management that I walk her to her car after her shift, promised that we would def keep this game up, & thanked me for making the day better. She offered me a toke, then said a short prayer for my dad, as we parted ways.

As much as I despise food service.... I'm always grateful for the coworkers & customers that make my 40hrs a little less shitty. Thanks, Twinsy. (I would kill and die for you, boo)

[epersonae]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

thank you for the tag @snake-snack-stede

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? my grandmother, although there's a funny/awkward story about how I was born on the other grandmother's birthday and so she assumed I would be named for her and uhhhhhhh did call me by the wrong name for a year (she was a CHARACTER)

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? yesterday baybeeee

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? nope!

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? none whatsoever lol, although I used to bike a lot

DO YOU USE SARCASM? sometimes, not that often

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? I have no idea lol, clothes probably

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? hazel

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I am a tender tender baby, always a happy ending for me, and I have never been a scary movie person

ANY TALENTS? I don't think it's too much of a brag to say writing

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: southern California

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? knitting, writing, tarot, gardening (sort of), just got into embroidery, used to play more role-playing games but it's been a while

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? one absolute bastard old man, seen here a month ago being a trip hazard

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'8"

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English, although my actual favorite thing in school was Academic Decathlon

DREAM JOB? I was just telling @emi--rose yesterday that I have been working continuously full-time since 1997, so I feel like I no longer have any sense of a "dream job", just work that is not too soul-sucking (also I've already had two dream jobs go bad, so I don't put too much faith in that)

I am too tired today to tag 15 people lol, but I will tag @emi--rose @nordarknessdimsthesky @nekosd43 @krakenteacups and anyone else who wants in