#ooc: do I tag for child manipulation?????

[es-quest]

(ooh, I know where this is going, I don't like it)

Probably we should help it. But if you need human hands maybe you shouldn’t transform in front of it, it can be dangerous.

(although there’s no difference would it be cat or human form we have one path)

You aren't really supposed to interfere with events like these. Teachings of your town forbid you that. A disruption in the natural order of things is only going to invite harm. And you don't have anything you can use to cover it up with.

But...

You look carefully around, the rabbit's cries only getting more pained. It's eyes closing.

Well...it's just a scratch.

Nothing disruptive about that.

...

"Oh your awake now..."

The rabbit eyes seem to widen in fear and tries to skitter away from you.

You do look like a cat right now.

"Shh, it's alright." You say, hoping that it understands you.

[sapphireis]

Dark/Yan Aemond HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, Toxic Relationship, Implied AFAB Reader (talk about pregnancy and stuff in a part, but for the rest pretty GN), Jealousy, Manipulation, Breeding Kink a bit, OOC?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! ➳ Characters: Aemond Targaryen

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hello hotd fandom... pls be nice to me since this is my first time posting smth about this fandom hndhhd and I'm also very insecure about my writing rn, anyway... i wrote this mostly for myself so I'm sorry LMAO

He's so possessive and protective of you. To the point where you can't go anywhere without guards who are loyal to him, due to his paranoia. Aemond would prefer to be your guard all the time, but alas he is unfortunately a very busy man so he has to trust the guards

When you are forced to do parties or appear in public Aemond is always around you or watching you, his eye never really leaves your figure. He always has his hands over you either on your lower back, guiding you where he wants, or on your waist. To remind you who you belong to.

Heleana and Alicent are the only one who he lets be around you when he is gone to keep you company, his brother Aegon? AH. No. Maybe Daeron, but Aegon absolutely not. Why would you want to spend time with a drunken fool?

In truth he is insanely jealous about everything and everyone, including his own family. He trusts his sister and mother to not pry too much into your relationship, and in fact his mother is more of an enabler for him. She is just so glad her son finally found someone he loves and cares about, so that he isn't alone anymore. How could she deny him such happiness?

Will try to get the two of you married instant. As soon as he saw you Aemond knew he had to marry you, it doesn't matter if you are highborn or not to him. Much to his mother and grandsire's displeasure of course

Once you are married of course he's gonna make you pregnant if possible. You wouldn't try to get away from him with a child on its way no? When he has endless ways of helping you with a babe, both during the pregnancy, the birth, and the years to come. Why have it the hard way when you can live a life of luxury?

Talking about a life of luxury, Aemond will give you anything you might need and more to keep you compliant. However, some things are not negotiable like for example what you wear: its either green or sapphire blue, no other clothes are tolerated for him. If you want to be more transgressive you can wear something outside of that, though the consequences...

He's so manipulative and wouldn't care to bring the situation in his favour, and would absolutely use your own emotion against you. "If you are hurt imagine how I feel" and stuff like that is often said when you two are fighting often over nothing, if not directly about Aemond's way of treating you.

You think it's unfair, Aemond thinks you don't understand how he feels. There is a war coming and he won't always be there protecting you since he will be on the battlefield. Its only fair that he fears for your safety, no? What kind of husband would he be otherwise?

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[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VIII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 5.1k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: irresponsable parent, one suicide thought, nudity, implied bisexual reader, misoginist thoughts, Homelander (!!!!), SMUT, hate/rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talking, some degrading, slight choking, bitchy reader.

Notes: i might wrote more than intended here lmao but the smut is here finally you sinners, give this reader a trophy for the strongest bitch ever to resist soldier boy, well deserved!! hope you like it lol, and thanks for reading as always!!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch @girlsforpjm @artemys-ackles

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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Part VIII: Tamed

2009

"Baby, how was your audition today?" your mother asked once you entered the kitchen.

Your suit was long gone along with the great smile you put on before leaving early that day. But she was different. She was all honey and candy, putting on the happiest face ever. And you knew it wasn't because of you.

"I'm not doing that shit," you spit harshly. This was your way of delivering the news now.

Her eyes widened as she closed the distance between both. You looked down to your feet, not wanting to see her disgusting face. You felt her hands on your shoulders and your body tensed under her touch.

"Why?! This is your dream, honey! You have to do it!"

You quickly pulled away from her.

"No! Mom, you did this to me!" your voice came out loud and shouting. "I just wanted to be normal! But you always influenced me to do this and go after Vought, I don't fucking want that! Those supes are fucking assholes and everything around them is a damn lie!"

She was startled, you could tell that from the way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she placed her hand on top of her heart, pretending to be hurted. It was the first time you talked back to her like that.

Since you were a child, you did everything she asked you to. You never complained, never stood up for yourself. You didn't have a choice, nor an opinion that mattered. Your mother picked everything for you. Your clothes, your behavior, your food, your studies, your dreams... Today, you decided it was over. She was over controlling your life.

Your mother scoffed, a sly smile on her lips as she tried to touch your arm softly. Giving a step back, you shook your head saying 'no'. She sighed.

"Honey, this isn't you. And Vought, this is your dream. The Seven are your dream. Now, why don't you go back and-"

"I said no."

You cut off her stupid words with a straight voice. Her smile dropped in a second and you saw her eyes darkening.

"Y/N, this is not what your father wanted for you. We didn't raise you like this," she hissed through her teeth. 

"Don't talk about dad. You don't care about him, you never did. Fuck, you don't care about me!" you raised your voice, fighting the tears in your eyes and the knot on your throat.

You were so sick of being weak. She raised you to be like it. Soft, fragile, compassionate, cute, playing the dumb rich girl with no brain and forcing you to not show your intelligence to others... It was all a façade. It was easier for her to manipulate you if you pretended to be stupid. Since her pregnancy, all you were for her was a cashback. Your father already had an heir, and what could be better if that heir was also part of The Seven, the most powerful supes of the planet. Of course, Vought shares would be higher than ever and your mother would be even more disgustingly rich. And you would be giving everything away for free. It wasn't fair for your selfish mother to suck your life away like this. But in the end, she didn't care.

"I'm not staying here. I'm leaving," you continued, crossing your arms on your chest. "I want my part of dad's inheritance, and I'm gonna be a fucking doctor and show off my brain after decades of hiding it, I've had enough of you stopping me."

"No, no, baby, you can't do this to me–"

"If you don't, I'll sue you and expose you, Vought and Homelander on a fucking trial."

She scoffed. You could see the tears forming on her eyes, but you weren't sure if they were because of you leaving or because you were threatening her money.

"You won't do that. They'll kill you."

"I don't care, I already tried to kill myself. They'd be doing me a favor."

At your confession, her jaw clenched and she tightened her fists.

"Fucking brat. Someday, when you regret running away from me, don't come back. You're just a disappointment for me, ever since you were a stupid child. Everything you are is useless and worthless, and I regret ever putting you in my womb."

Your brows furrowed when she spilled those harsh words, and you fought the urge of hitting her until she passed out.

"Don't think I ever told you, but yeah, you weren't a natural conceive. Yeah, we used his sperm and everything. The point is- I didn't want fucking kids, but your dad, ugh god, he did. And I gave you to him. All I get to say is, I was better without you. Probably if I should've waited just a little, my child wouldn't be a fucking ungrateful piece of shit standing right here," she gave you a grin. A sick one, as her fingers ran through your hair like she used to when you were a little girl.

You wanted to knock her off and run. But you just stood there, biting the inside of your cheek and tasting your own blood as she finally revealed herself to you, her daughter. It was clear you meant nothing to her. And you just wished your dad would be alive. He wouldn't force you into that stupid audition anyway.

"I pity you," she mocked. "But if that's what you wanna do, then leave. And don't you dare to come back."

A loud knock on his door woke him up from a deep slumber. Ben rubbed his eyes, groaning at the stupid sound of your voice calling him from the other side over and over. This was becoming a fucking routine he was starting to hate.

"Fucking shit," he mumbled, removing the blankets off his bare body when the door finally opened and you walked inside, stopping by his side of the bed.

"C'mon, Soldier Boy, get your ass up. You didn't wash the dishes last night."

Ben rolled on the bed and looked at the clock in the nightstand. He grunted. "It's fucking 6 A.M."

"Yes, and I have shit to do before I leave grocery shopping," you said, looking around his room. There were clothes everywhere you knew needed a good wash, an open bag with weed on top of the desk, joints and cigarettes, and a bunch of toilet paper littered on the floor you didn't want to know about. "One of them is watching you to make sure you clean the cave you live in."

Ben groaned, cursing under his breath, but stood up from the mattress with a wide grin. He noticed you always did your best to keep your eyes upon his face. Even if it wasn't the first time you had to see him like this, he enjoyed the way your body and face reacted to his naked form. So he got used to sleeping with no clothes on, knowing you'd always come to get him for breakfast. He could get used to it. Except for the part where he had to clean shit. That's why you were there. It was your fucking task to clean everything. Women's duties. But he had to endure the fucking times.

He got to complain to you every single day, every morning, and it was becoming already part of his routine too. But you somehow forced him to clean shit up and then he had to wait for his food, for his weed, lube and more clothes and shit you brought every time you were out. At some point, he thought he could be used to you feeding him up, but he still had a mission and it didn't matter how many times he had been sneaking into every room in your place, checking inside your office, how many times he had been searching through your bedroom on the drawers and smelling your lingerie, he still found nothing. He was pretty sure there was something else he wasn't really seeing yet. And Homelander on the TV along with those fuckers Victoria and Dakota Bob wasn't making his personal mission any easier, nor having no clue of where this kid Ryan was.

"Put some pants on," you said, interrupting his daydream.

"Whatever," Ben rolled his eyes and walked past you, taking a pair of pants from the carpeted floor.

"God, you're so fucking stoned," you mumbled watching as he dressed himself. "Get this mess cleaned after the dishes, I don't want to greet this shithole every morning."

"And what's in it for me, doll?" he asked, passing by your side and getting inside the bathroom.

He never bothered to shut the door closed while taking a piss, and this was, also, something you got used to seeing and hearing. When he finished, he came back with a smirk, stopping his tracks right in front of you.

"Nothing. There's nothing for you, stop acting like a dog begging for a bone."

"Yeah, well I'd like your pretty bones better.”

He gave you a wink and walked out the bedroom. God, he was so damn annoying. You followed him quickly and climbed down the stairs just to make sure he would start washing the dirty dishes from the last dinner you had.

“Make sure to scrub them correctly,” you said as you looked at how he turned on the sink.

Ben grunted in frustration, looking at you from the corner of his eye. It was always the fucking same with you, giving him directions he already knew the whole time.

“Fuck, woman, you’re so fucking annoying. I’m no damn pussy, I can do this without your ass here.”

The way he answered made you grin, getting closer to him until your arm was pressed against his own. “Yeah, I know you’re not stupid. I’m just making sure I’m taming you well.”

Ben’s eyes widened a little, clearly surprised by your boldness but not too much. Because the one who should be taming who, was him towards you. His macho self wouldn’t let a woman treat him like that. It didn’t matter he was hitting on you since the moment he met you in the facility, like doctor and patient. Ben was pretty sure that, besides his own personal payback, you would fall for him eventually. And once you do, because he was pretty sure it’d happen sooner or later, he would give you the best fuck ever. He turned his gaze to you as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

“I’d shut my mouth if I were you, sweetheart,” Ben warned in a low voice, taking in your figure standing so close to him that your warmth could be felt all along his body. “I don’t wanna screw you yet.”

“I take that as a challenge.”

The sun was almost setting down as you drove back home. It took you more than expected to complete the second shopping trip of the week and you were getting tired and spent. Sleep was becoming a privilege at this point. The past nights you had confined yourself to the lab down the bunker, and just now, you felt the cure was ready. Almost ready. The most important component was missing and you were still considering things you might regret later.

The low sound of the radio accompanied your thoughts as you traveled on the road, and the ways you’d like to tell Soldier Boy about all the mess you were getting into under Grace’s supervision, who had just called two fucking times in days. But part of you was afraid Ben wouldn’t understand the importance of a cure. He was a supe, and without his powers, he was fucking nothing. Just like Homelander. Even if he had made it clear that he hated his own son, you doubted to trust him and you felt the same hateful feeling towards you coming from him. At this point, you knew you were just putting up a stupid act.

And you started wondering if it should’ve been easier if you just let him between your legs and take what he wanted. He was a simple man; he saw a fuckable female, he wanted her. Surely you also knew when a man, woman, or anyone was attractive, but you just didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to feel like he won this battle. It was too fucking much, and you stopped sleeping around with strangers a couple of years back. The problem was, Ben wasn’t a stranger anymore, not to you.

Suddenly, a figure landed a few feet away from you on the highway. You hit the brake of your car as fast as your reflexes allowed you to, seeing red, blue and white. Once your car stopped completely, you met with the last person you’d ever wanted to see. Homelander smiled widely as you locked eyes with him through the windshield. He surrounded the car until he came by your side, standing outside your door. You turned on the flashing lights of the car and turned the engine off, it wasn't like you could escape anyway.

“Nice to see you around, doc,” he greeted.

“Why are you following me?”

“I told you before; I have eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing tightly the wheel between your hands. “I don't know what you want me to do.”

“Don’t be stupid. That cure won’t see the light, I’m making sure of that,” Homelander leaned on your open window and your head moved away slightly as he studied the insides of your car.  “You’re welcome by the way.”

“For what? For trying to kill me? For taking my father’s money for your stupid circus? For touching me?” you hissed.

He chuckled, straightening himself again. “For taking you out, silly.”

A long sigh escaped your lips. “So this is your plan in the end.”

“It always has been. I know every move you make, the stores you go each week, I even know where you’re living right now and how you work your ass off that stupid experiment of yours,” his words made you visibly tense and he noticed, like every little reaction coming from you. “How’s the old man doing by the way?” he asked, as if it was just another chat between friends.

“You make me sick.”

“Oh, no. I want you healthy,” Homelander placed a hand on your wrist. “Please eat well and rest enough. Don’t burn yourself out, honey, it's useless.”

You started shaking your head, confusion fogging your mind at the way he talked like he had something prepared for you. “You’re fucked, Homelander,” you whispered.

You were trying to convince yourself more than him, scared of what he would do to you, forcing you into this twisted mouse and cat game. He just smiled widely at your words, laughing under his breath.

“Once I have you under my mercy,” you continued, holding his gaze. “You’re gonna be fucking nothing. I promise you that.”

His hand wrapped around your neck and for a moment you thought he would kill you right there. “I can’t wait to see you try and fail miserably, I’ll enjoy that show. Might become my favorite.”

Homelander let go of his grip roughly, allowing you to breathe again.

“Fuck you,” you spat back.

He chuckled, straightening himself and walking away from your car, giving you a last glance. “Not yet, doctor. Not yet.”

Once back in the spot where he landed, he flew away and you were left alone on the road. No cars, nor people walking could be seen, but it was better that way. Forcing your hands to stop shaking, you turned the engine on again and started to drive back home. Taking your phone out, you made a call, waiting for the other line to answer. You had to act fast and track that motherfucker down, not caring if you were already regretting what you’d do next.

“So, what’s your story?”

His question surprised you more than you could tell. After dinner nights like this were becoming a really weird habit of him talking shit about this stupid century, how things were better back then and how people got dumber with time. But you never thought Soldier Boy would insist on your past, not since the first night you ate together at the same table. You finished your glass of whisky, not sure if answering his question or not.

You shrugged. “I’m not that interesting.”

Ben drank his own liquor down before asking again. “Let me rephrase that: why do you hate Vought so much?”

“Who says I hate them?”

He studied your face for a moment. The look in your eyes told nothing, but your heart rate and your breathing was always enough for him to know you were fucking lying about it. Ben had started to think of many other things you were hiding from him. But even with all that stupid mask covering you, he wanted to have you. Countless times he tried, he wasn’t going anywhere now. Nobody could resist him, you were just another game to play and he was kind of enjoying it.

“All of you. You scream inside that you want to fuck them up,” he answered. “Believe me, I want nothing more than that.”

“Didn’t you have your own payback some months ago?”

“Yes, but you already know that from my file. I’m asking about you now.”

His intense green eyes and the grit on his words caused you to think exactly what to say. You couldn’t hide it anymore, not everything at least.

“My mom. Vought experimented on her when she was pregnant, that’s why I have powers,” you said, dry and straight to the point.

“How?”

You breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, not believing he would force you to remember the memories you had been fighting to erase.

“She was paid a huge amount of money. And she hoped her daughter would join Vought someday; she was so wrong about that,” you gave a bittersweet chuckle. “On my eighth birthday, I finally discovered my powers. There was this huge party and a lot of my parent’s rich friends and their kids, whom I didn’t know because I had no friends, were there. And then, I just remember I got overwhelmed by all these people and the attention. I always hated that. And then, my mother couldn’t find me when it was cake time. I was in my room but she couldn’t see me there. Turned out I was invisible… It was the first and the only time I could make my clothes and my shoes disappear with me.”

Ben listened attentively, much to your surprise, as he spoke once again, locking his eyes with yours. “So your powers come from your inner wish of disappearing from your mother’s sight.”

You hummed and nodded your head. “I think that’s a great way of putting it, but yes.”

“Well, I'll take it back. They fucked your life too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, and they’re still after you anyway.”

He scoffed. “Those fucking cocksuckers. Also, where the fuck is Grace anyway? All the CIA bullshit?” he asked, quickly changing the topic abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded an answer.

“No news from her apparently, nor any agents.”

“Bullshit, your last call with her was a couple of days ago and you said nothing.”

“Why are you so invested in her? You like her?” you mocked, noticing how his resemblance switched from calm to visibly annoyed. There was no fucking way you’d tell him where she was right now.

“Y’know what I’d like? A fucking reasonable answer from you, that’d be perfect,” he snarled, and you knew he was back being stubborn and childish asking the same fucking shit all the time.

“I don’t know, but when I do I’ll tell you,” you responded after remaining silent under his angry stare.

“You’ve been saying the same shit over and over—”

“Okay, so tell me what you want. You want Homelander. Good, and then what?”

He held your stare, you noticed he was trying to keep himself down. “The kid.”

“Ryan?”

“Yes, the fucking brat.”

His hard eyes were not lying and you argued back on it.

“You can’t do that, there has to be another way.”

“Fucking tell me where it is. ‘Cause I see nothing!” he shouted, his voice booming all over the room. “That fucking pussy and his fucking team, they all had him right there. And in a second, Butcher just backed up! I could’ve done it already and we wouldn’t be here, playing dollhouse.”

Spilling the truth was no option right now. He was stupidly pissed right now. But you knew it was cruel to hunt a kid down just because his father had put him into the spotlight thanks to his powers. Ben, on the other hand, was blinded by his hatred towards Homelander, and you knew he was a man of his word. He was more than able to kill Homelander and the boy for a deal, one that was broken because of a weak moment coming from Butcher. Even for your morally gray head, killing Ryan was not an option. At least not now. You hated Homelander, but you probably understood Butcher more than you’d like to admit. Soon, you would think about a plan; where to put the kid after injecting the anti V.

“Let me give you a lead when I can,” you said.

“Tell me why should I trust you.”

“It’s your choice, honestly. Probably you shouldn’t, but I may give you something sooner or later.”

Without waiting for his response, you took the empty dishes to the sink, and Ben followed you with his eyes, taking in the softness of your exposed skin through the short summer dress. He liked the way the fabric hugged your curves and how it fell over your legs, inviting him to have a taste. Ben noticed you putting on shorts and dresses more often the last few days, and he was thankful for the hot weather to be able to see you like this. The past nights, he had jerked off with you in mind, wondering when he’d be the man to put you in place. Perhaps he just needed to try again.

He got on his feet as you talked, but none of the things coming out of your mouth were important as he put his weight behind your body, his hands roaming over your arms before you got to start washing the dirty plates.

“Do you not get tired of trying?” you breathed out.

You felt his rough hands caressing your arms, before moving down your waist, pressing your ass against the bulge growing on his pants. He smiled to himself once he heard the loud gasp coming from your mouth.

“Just tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he whispered, placing his lips down your neck, nipping softly at your sensitive skin, as he massaged your flesh, going to the curve of your ass.

“And when you get this, what?�� you asked, turning around to meet his dark eyes. He was practically devouring you with his stare. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him hot, looking at you like that, as if you were the last and only meal that could end his greedy hunger.

He smiled, and whispered cockily against your lips. “You can always ask me for a second round.”

Fuck it.

You captured his lips in an impatient kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip with urgency as you tasted the whisky from his mouth, your breaths mixing and panting as he lifted you up without further effort. Ben walked towards the countertop in the middle of your kitchen, placing you on the surface as he spread your legs. You welcomed him closer, feeling his hands traveling freely under the thin fabric of your dress, feeling the softness of your legs, your inner thighs, until he rubbed over your panties. You let out a moan against his mouth when his fingers found your folds and you held tightly against the corner of the countertop.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he growled, breaking the kiss.

“It’s been a while, ohfuck!”

A shiver ran down your spine as he stretched your pussy with one thick finger, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, sucking and nipping on your skin. Your walls fluttered as he pumped in and out, and your hips set a move on its own. He hissed against your skin as he worked you open and ready for his hard cock, growing excitedly in his pants. A second finger slipped in and you clenched.

Ben smirked and you felt the burning feeling of his beard as he kissed your shoulder. You wondered how he’d feel between your legs, bruising your inner thighs with his big hands and the burning of his facial hair. The frantic fucking from his fingers pushed you to the edge, moaning and panting for air as his thumb played with your clit. You gripped on his forearms, looking for something to hold on tight as you reached that sweet high.

“Fuck, you did so well,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty. He brought his wet fingers to your lips and you complied, opening your mouth. You licked his fingers, locking your eyes with his. “Wonder what twirls your pretty mouth has for me,” Ben pushed his fingers further, making you gag for a bit. “I’ve been thinking of hundreds of ways of finally holding your tongue with my cock.”

His other hand wrapped your neck, as he forced you to suck his fingers harder, hitting your gag reflex over and over. He discovered he loved hearing your breathy sounds and the dirty look in your eyes while you sucked his digits. When he pulled out his fingers from your mouth, you took in a deep breath, but the grip on your neck grew tighter as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’ll have to go down on me first if you want my mouth,” you whispered against his lips.

Ben could hear your heart racing, and he was sure you got all dizzy and bothered just by his hand. “Oh, is that so?” he rasped.

You rolled your eyes, growing impatient. “Why don’t you shut up and fuck me hard?”

And there it was. They’d always beg for him in the end. He smiled down at you, loosening the grip around your throat. “With pleasure.”

His hands wasted no time in getting rid of your dress, discarding your panties and your bra ripping them in half. You moaned when his palms groped on your tits, playing with your nipples and squeezing them harshly. God, you were getting wet again just by the feeling of his mouth biting on your soft buds. Quickly, you reached for his pants, touching his hard cock over the fabric. Ben growled, feeling the softness of your palm stroking him gently. Good choice not wearing anything underneath. Your other hand tugged at his shirt until it was discarded over the floor, his pants following after.

He got you off the countertop so your feet were on the ground, and turned you swiftly, laying you down on your chest on the cold surface. He massaged the sides of your hips, running down his palms over your ass with a hiss.

“Now this is quite a view.”

You moaned as his fingers played with your entrance. “Fuck, Ben, just do it already.”

“Shit, doll, I love when you beg.”

He stroked his cock with your juices before aligning with your pussy, slowly sliding in your wet heat. He stretched you out inch by inch, and you became a whimpering mess. After a moment of staying still balls deep in your wet core, he snapped his hips against your ass, setting a brutal pace. Loud moans and screams escaped your throat. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You knew your fingers stopped being enough each time you needed sweet release, and probably you would regret him fucking you later, but right now you didn’t care. His fingers inside your cunt, the way he would handle your body like a feather just for his disposition and to get off with, and now his cock filling you up was becoming too much. But you loved it.

Soldier Boy felt too good inside you, fucking your brains over and over. His hands bruising your hips, groping the flesh of your ass and breasts, as he pounded into you, everything was like heaven and you were sure you’d be spent once it was over. His dark, lusty eyes memorized every inch of your body and the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. The kitchen was filled with your whimpers and his animalistic growls, mixed with the sound of his skin hitting against your own. He hit on that sweet spot repeatedly, making your walls clench around his cock.

“Jesus, you’re coming pretty quickly today,” Ben teased under his breath, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling your back against his muscular chest. “Wait for me, doll,” he whispered in your ear, satisfied on how fucked out and desperate you were underneath.

“Do it fast, you asshole! Fuck!”

Your pussy fluttered and clenched on his cock as he hit your spot again. With a loud moan, you finally reached the climax you longed for so long, and took his deep, rough thrusts as he fucked you through bliss. His name escaped your throat countless times, coming down from your high. Ben growled, your orgasm and the spasms of your cunt triggered his own, and he finally released himself inside your tight pussy.

And how good it felt to finally have you there, begging and crying for his cock. It was so much better than his own imagination, and he took in great pleasure on fucking the brat out of you. He continued bucking his hips until his white seed started leaking down your thighs, and finally stopped. The only sound in the room being your tired breaths.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, feeling his grip on your scalp softening.

He sucked on your neck one last time with a cocky grin on his lips. “I told you I’d be a great fuck, sweetheart.”

“I wish you could shut up for once,” you answered back, looking at him from your side, and feeling his cock softening inside you. “I might have my methods.”

He bucked his hips one more time. A whimper escaped past your lips as he pulled you back against his chest in a swift motion, his fingers traced your neckline. “So do I, doll.”

Next Part >>>

[love-lightning-forethought]

Introduction post

Post limit account: @brookfinleyanastasia

Brooklyn Hayward

Colour: Pink

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Birthday: 28th june, 2007

Godly parent: Aphrodite

Status: Dating my super hot amazing wonderful partner @childofthewargod 🥰

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Powers: Healing with love (Physical affection heals people), Biokinesis (Can change my appearance), Emotional Influence & Enhanced Hearing

Weapon of choice: Two daggers that have purple handles

Fatal Flaw: Blames herself for everything

time at camp: 4 months

Face claim:

Anastasia Baird

Colour: Red

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Birthday: 9th may, 2009

Godly parent: Chaos, Legacy of Ares

Status: Single

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Powers:

Ares: Insane reflexes, heighten senses, Telumkinesis, Odikinesis, Necromancy (Limited to soldiers on the losing side of a battle), Enhanced strength

Chaos: Pyrokinesis (limited to primordial flames), psychokinesis, can see through mist, Teleportation/Shadow travel (though she prefers shadow travel), element control (limited), object summoning, temporary power copying, immortality (limited), healing, night vision? (can see past true darkness), can see and understand gods and goddesses true immortal forms, blessings (can bless other demigods and boost their powers), Necromancy (yes again), can see the past present and future, and can enter and exit the underworld and Tartarus.

Weapon of choice: a ring that turns into a dagger if she turns left or a sword if she turns right

Fatal Flaw: Perfectionism

time at camp: 2 months

Face claim:

Finley Zavala

Individual Blog: @braving-the-storm

Colour: Blue

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Birthday: 3rd of August, 2007

Godly parent: Zeus

Status: Single babes single

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Powers: Atmokinesis (weather control), Electrokinesis, Aerokinesis (air manipulation) and weather prediction.

Weapon of choice: mid length sword

Fatal Flaw: Lack of self worth

time at camp: 3 months

Face claim:

Important posts:

Aesthetics

Cat forms

lore drop collection

My OC's and their issues

Dorothea Baird

Colour: Purple

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Birthday: 2nd march, 2011

Godly parent: Poseidon

Status: I have no friends 😀👍

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Powers: Hydrokinesis (duh), Telekinesis (Limited to ships for some reason?) Underwater breathing (Once again, obviously), Zoolinguism (Limited to sea creatures and horses), I just defy physics when water’s involved (DeFYiNg GRaviTY), I'm built different in water, Air bubble creation, I also defy wetness (Yes, sometimes as a child I’d just choose to not get wet and make bath time very frustrating), Night vision (Limited to underwater), Healing (with water) Liquid manipulation, Atmokinesis (Limited), Siren voice (Basically charmspeak but I can find fatal flaws and deepest desires and manipulate people. Don’t worry, I don’t do it often, that’s too much effort), water traveling (Water is like a portal for me. Ik mad flex), Body water manipulation (I can manipulate the water in people’s body and use them as a puppet. Once again, I don’t use this often cause creepy. Also can do this on dead bodies so…)

Weapon of choice: The blood of my enemies (literally) but I have a celestial shank (don’t ask how I got this)

Fatal Flaw: I don’t think before I act

time at camp: 2 hours

Face claim:

ooc:

Hello

I've made one account cause I was sick of switch blogs and accidently reblog from the wrong account so I have made one

the other accounts will stay up, don't fear

All OOC will be in normal text

All dividers by @saradika-graphics

I run @whats-hidden-in-the-dark, @willsetyou-onfire @miss-stealyourgirl @willthewildlesbian

@dolorem-et-chaus @deadb0y-walking

Carrd

Tags used (If you care about that thing):

Individual:

#brook has entered the chat

#finley needs your attention now

#anastasia says hi

#thea makes a splash

other:

#oh my gods bro I got an ask will still be used for asks

#lovely talks for ooc

I am a minor also keep that in mind when interacting

I'm also asexual so any NSFW isn't allow (mainly because minor) and will probably be clowned on

[verysanebsdfan]

𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒂 𝒁𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒂!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Request: And also one where reader is very similar to misa misa from death note !! She's a famous model w kira as her nen and she joined the Hunter to try and see what else she could do!!

Hii!! This is a story to a second part of this request, I hope you like it.

Also i havent watched Death note since like 3 years ago so it may not be all so accurate, the personality i mean !!

tw: mentions of murder and manipulation, headcanons so if dont like it dont read, okay it feels more like a story but kshssksksj

Its longer than i like and expected

Idk if i understood it correctly, but your nen will be an entity of sorts, Kira, who owns something like a death note but the person doesnt have to die, they can just do whats written in it and then go on with living.

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ꨄ︎ Getting tired of your modeling career was something to be expected, the toxic beauty standarts were very annoying, also having people behind your back constantly was just draining, so you ran away.

ꨄ︎ You being an exceptional child learned nen at a very young age, thanks to your nen teacher, so you figured you could expand your abilities and go to take the Hunter exam, I mean people say it's hard right?

ꨄ︎ Upon arrival you immediately notice some interesting people, so far, mostly number 44, who's aura is very interesting, however its pink!! How cute !!

ꨄ︎ Waiting for some time bored you very much, but more interesting people started appearing like number 301, 99 or 294. Only 301 and 44 appeared to know nen though !!

ꨄ︎ How boring !!

ꨄ︎ You bet you could fight and win against all of those people, using your nen ability of course, you might be wondering why did you choose an ability like this, well it is really simple. In the world of modeling and acting, you need people to like you and do what you want, whether it's to not go through some stuff you don't want to, or to higher your pay, maybe just living comfortably. But from whatever point of view you look at it, it's useful.

ꨄ︎ Waiting for few more hours, and being in a room with other 404 applicants was honestly suffocating. You could basically cut through the tension in the air. Everyone was so tense, guys chill it won't be that hard !!

ꨄ︎ I mean i am sure it is the stares that everyone is giving Tonpa, who is currently trying to poison some newbies, number 403, 404 and 405. How interesting...

ꨄ︎ Being led through a very long tunel was also very interesting, i mean, the people here are dropping like flies, losers.

ꨄ︎ But being approached by a green kid who told you that you look strong was something you didn't expect, you thought you hid your strenght well !!

ꨄ︎ But he was fun to hang out around, so you stayed, getting joined by another kid your age later on, number 99, one of the interesting people here.

ꨄ︎ And that is when your life finally started getting interesting.

(why is the beggining longer than headcanons i usually do ;-;)

ꨄ︎ Exploring the airship with the two boys made it really interesting, especially hearing their bacstories, why is everyone here fatherless or has a toxic family...including you, the stare you got from Killua when you told them your parents were assassinated was wild...He might know, you figured, but of course it couldn't have been him, he is not strong enough for that yet...

ꨄ︎ Then getting separated from them in the third and partially fourth phase too was very boring, it was so quiet without them...

ꨄ︎ After you passed the exam, and went to save Killua from his crazy family, you were all together again, and training to get stronger. Mostly on the punching bags in the Heavens Arena...uhhh Humans

ꨄ︎ Unfortunately many people have recognized you, since you were a model and acted in a lot of movies, how annoying, so Killua started being protective over you, subconsciously though. (too ooc?)

ꨄ︎ Months after that, while you guys were on the Whale Island, Killua decided to tag with you and Gon while he finds his dad and you find the person who murdered your parents. Sweet.

ꨄ︎ During the Yorknew arc having been recognized by even more people was so annoying, i mean you couldn't even partake in Kurapikas plan !! At least not like Gon and Killua, what a shame...you could just write some stuff and the boss of the Phantom Troupe could come to you !!

ꨄ︎ Either way, surviving all this while slowly catching feelings was very good. As you got into the game, Greed island and later reunited with your nen teacher, Bisky, everything seemed ideal, at least until you had to leave, it was so fun here !! No anoying 12 year olds fawning over Killua when you walked on the street, it is wrong to kill children after all, no perverted men eyeing you up and down- that was a lie, but still... it is wrong to kill people in general but the latter was fun

ꨄ︎ And now you had to fight some stupid BUGS ?! no.

ꨄ︎ Of course you will, you cannot just leave them, i mean the only thing stopping you are your feelings, but that doesn't change anything...

ꨄ︎ Of course after all this mess you were brought into, you weren't able to confess either. It hurts. It really does, but Gon...he is in bad condition so you gotta set the priorities straight.

ꨄ︎ In the end, Gon met his father, and you met Alluka, how cute, blurting out that you love her brother wasn't so cute, but hey, she supports you !!

ꨄ︎ Telling Killua that you love him right before leaving to kill his older brother who killed your parents wasnt cute either. But hey who cares right ?? We only live once, and you want to kill Illumi Zoldyck you might not live much longer, what do you have to lose.

ꨄ︎ Him trying to stop you wasn't very flashy either...

ꨄ︎ But you cannot leave him now can you ?? Illumi will wait, after all, who can kill him if not you ??

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I don't like it a a a a

[cardinal-contest-king]

The star of the show has arrived! The name's Ruby, and I am here to dazzle all around! Be sure to bow your heads and clap your hands, great people of the internet! Anyways... I'm a fifteen-year-old contest prodigy! Things have been kinda slow in the contest scene recently, so, while I'm stuck at home... I decided to get my name all over this website! For the... notoriety, of course! Dad doesn't really want me on here for some reason... buuut... he doesn't have to know, now does he? Besides... I'm never gonna pass up the opportunity to advertise! Besides... Master Mikuri suggested I interact with more people outside of contests... don't see how that'll help me out at all, but.. he's the boss. So, whatever.

Here's my magnificent, unfathomably beautiful pokémon! Feel free to fall in love with them, as so many others have!~

The Mighty Nana! ♀️

The Cute Kiki! ♀️

The Intelligent Ruru! ♀️

The Tough Mumu! ♂️

The Magnificent Feefee! ♀️

The Adaptable Popo! ♀️

//OOC://

My third pokémon blog! This one's, obviously, on Ruby! He's the fella that got me into Pokémon, to begin with! So he's very special to me, which means I absolutely adore him... and also 10x more willing to hit him with the Thematically Appropriate Angst Hammer So, Ruby's staying at his original home, which means he's with Norman. Anyone who read the manga should know how horrible of a father he is, with his bad temper, and the fact he threw a goddamn eleven year old into a wall, then actively attacked him BEFORE Ruby did anything, and convinced Ruby it was his fault, somehow. So, expect things like... that, from time to time. Not constantly, but just be aware!

TW Warnings for this blog: Child abuse, implied violence, actual violence, panic attacks, abusive parenting, self-loathing, self-blame, gaslighting, manipulation, and if there's any more, then PLEASE ask to tag! I don't want to upset anyone.

No NSFW things, obviously, but feel free to ask questions! Magic anons, peliper-mail, musharna mail AND malice are all on! So, feel absolutely free to do whatever, as long as it's nothing weird/obviously bad.

[avenger-hawk]

Hi, I wanted to know your opinion, fans expose Sasuke as some kind of insecure, shy and jealous man in front of Sakura, I know that he is an introvert and he tends to hide his feelings and that he will not flaunt his feelings, but I always thought that he is an emotional person,although he does not show this to a loved one I would have treated him differently, but maybe I'm wrong, he's still a traumatized person, and these fans are right and I don't understand Sasuke's character, but do you think he's a shy person and how would he treat a loved one in your opinion ?

Hi, fans have OOC headcanons they claim are IC 99% of the times, especially SS fans. Which I don't want to interact with, so next time everyone who reads this pls remember to write like S*kura and so on, so the name won't end in the tags. If it still works this way, I'm not active in here anymore and I'm not interacting with the fandom so I idk.

Anyway, Sasuke is not an insecure, shy and jealous man. He was shy as a child, towards his father who intimidated him, and towards Shisui whom he respected, but he was aloof in academy even before the massacre, and aloof is not shy, it's different. Like being an introvert is totally different from being shy. H*nata is shy, Sasuke is introvert. See the difference right?

As for insecure, Sasuke has a low self esteem because his father never paid attention to him and if he did it was to compare him with his genius brother, and because his brother manipulated him using such low self esteem to make him believe his story so that he'd stay in KOnoha to train until it was time to fight and kill him...that's why Sasuke trained so hard to get stronger, that's why he admires strength. But low self esteem is different from insecure. H*nata is insecure, I'm sure you can tell the difference.

When ppl portray Sasuke as insecure, shy, too emotional, it's OOC.

Sasuke keeps his feelings for himself but when he has something to say he says it, because he's a honest person. When he respects or admires someone he says so, he did it with N*ruto, and he praised S*kura's ability during the chuunin exam. He wasn't shy and insecure back then. When he loves someone he says it, look at how much he adored Itachi and how much he respected him. Everything else related to the post ending and the new stuff is a bad attempt at milking the original story creating new character that have to be related to the old ones or no one will care, that's why kishi created the new generation. Everything related to it is badly written, shippers can explain the badly written stuff however they feel better, it won't make them better and it will only make Sasuke OOC.

More about Sasuke's personality: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 More about Sasuke/SS 1,2 My anti SS tag here My Sasuke tag (in chronological order)

[moonsaver]

I have now closed requests which were open in lieu of one of my posts hitting 700 notes! Thank you all for the support and feedback.

And we're nearing 200 followers inch by inch, so I've decided to lay down some rules for requests, since now I admittedly have a larger audience than before.

Rules –

I write mainly for Sunday, Dr Ratio and Aventurine from Honkai Star Rail and will write for other characters aswell.

I am open to writing for Genshin characters aswell.

Off limit characters for romantic interactions are the child characters. Including Qiqi. They will only be open for platonic interaction, and the yandere feature is not open for them either. Same goes for Child!readers.

I am open to writing any character, however, I am not familiar with most of the lore (honkai specifically), and I may either delay a request or write the character in a very ooc manner, especially if I am not familiar with their request.

I usually do headcannons and drabbles, but I dont usually write proper fanfiction with dialogue and scenes, but I am open to trying them out. Just keep in mind I'm mainly used to a more indirect form of writing instead. If you don't specify, I will write the request as I please, which is usually in the style of how I've written many of my own works before.

I write Yandere tropes very often, so that would automatically include topics like gore, abduction, manipulation, etc.. if you are sensitive to such themes, I advise you either to stay away from my blog entirely or filter the yandere tag.

I usually write gender neutral reader, with feminine descriptions, and I can write female reader aswell. However, I do not write male reader.

You may feel free to send prompts of any sort, or ideas, but I may not be able to implement them well, or maybe not implement them at all.

Please specify whether or not it is Romantic or Platonic. I will automatically assume it's Romantic if not specified.

I write nsfw, but I am not experienced writing it at all, so please be considerate if my writing is not satisfactory. I also do not write for kinks like step-relatives, size kink, knife kink, scat/piss, period sex, child play, slave kinks.

Feel free to send in requests! [When requests are open once again.]

[freys-goblin-kid-lokis-spy]

Intro post

Daughter of Frey, agent of Loki, former tree.

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Hello living people.

I'm Wolf, daughter of Frey, Einherjar (unfortunately) and agent for Loki (but shhh dont tell anyone).

I decided to join this site some time after my departure from being stuck as a tree (long story, please ask about it) and being released by my lovely father Frey after XXX amount of years and dying an untimely death in valhalla.

Please do not make me regret it.

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Abilities

Minor light manipulation. Though im working on it to make it better.

I can make the area around me incredibly hot, like the kind of hot summers that give people sunstroke, its very uncontrollable though, might be part of the reason I got turned into a tree.

(currently confiscated by Frey)

That's...that's kind of the only powers ive ever actually used so there may be more in the future.

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Appearance

Brown eyes, long brown hair (Ooc: may change appearance later), unremovable, headache inducing white flowers on head and bark like markings on skin from being a tree.

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Weapon

Usually I just use my powers but since death I have a baseball bat that I've taken a liking to.

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Family (Found and by blood)

Godly Father: @lordofsummergodofrizz

Brother: @rhymeswithswaggness

The cool child of Loki: @0asta0

Other cool child of Loki: @sharpwitandwire

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Tags and other important information (more to be added later)

#Wolf. Daughter of Frey — Wolf is speaking

Main account: @wolffoxnation2

Red text— Wolf is pissed at Frey specifically

Orange text— Wolf is pissed in general or having strong emotions

[dramioneasks]

Hi. I've noticed that a lot of fics where H joins Voldemort are because she's his child or something like that. Can you recommend any where deatheaters want to recruit her because of her brains and she agrees after realising order was evil all along?

The Darkwater By: SaffronGin - M, 3 chapters - Hermione tries to infiltrate the Slytherins and gets more than she bargained for. She went in to prove Harry was wrong about Draco Malfoy being a Death Eater and ends up deeper than she thought possible.

Mon Couteau Aiguise (My Sharp Knife) by gillianeliza - E, WIP - “And you understand, I assume, the implications of wearing a piece of jewelry such as the one you have around your wrist?” Professor Snape asked. Hermione looked down at the bracelet in question, remembering the warm and joyful sensation of it first being clasped around her. The words Draco had spoken – will you have me? Will you accept me? “I do, sir,” she answered in her best impersonation of confidence. “But Miss Granger… I must ask – do you understand the cost?” Her brows pulled together. “The cost, sir?” “The Dark Lord will return, girl… When he returns, Lucius – and I for that matter – must resume our places at his side.” Hermione still said nothing, which she could tell surprised her potions professor greatly, so he continued. “What do you think will happen to Draco when his father once again becomes a follower of the Dark Lord?” The sticky dread clawed its way up her throat, as if choking her. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she thought of the implications. “So I ask you again, Miss Granger, do you understand the cost?” This work is a dark, Death Eater Hermione AU that begins during third year. Eventual canon divergence. Please read all tags!

Shattered Trust - Betrayal By: cleotheo - M, 10 chapters - A mindless threat from Voldemort during a fight with Harry leads the Order down a dark path which will shatter lives, ruin friendships and tear families apart. Among those most affected by their rash actions are Harry’s best friend, Hermione Granger and her secret boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Part one of a four part story.

From the Other Side by Shananigans10 - M, 34 chapters - Hermione’s safe at Grimmauld Place until a changing Order makes her question everything she’s ever been told about the, so called, darkest wizard of their time. Dark!Hermione(somewhat), OOC Characters, Non-con, Anti!Harry(somewhat), Anti!Ron, Anti!Order, EWE?, Only compatible up to GoF. Powerful!Hermione, Powerful!Draco, Torture, Angst, Dramione

Blood is Thicker by L. Durven - M, 12 chapters, Words: 109,050 - When Hermione finds out that her entire life has been a lie, manipulated by none other than one Albus Dumbledore, her wavering loyalty is finally pushed over the edge. Is it even possible to betray those who have all but abandoned you?  Chapters: 12

When Silence Dies By: Kuromei Aibyouka - M, 14 chapters - Hermione decides that Harry is the true enemy and joins the Deatheaters. Rewrite of R is for Revenge.

The Inner Peace by Ms.Nom de Plume - M, 25 chapters - How do you cope when your family changes, your friends betray you, and you are pushed into a struggle for your very life?.

-Lisa

[martianbxtch]

close the curtains . she's here !

hey, baby. what are you doing out in the dark?

name: adora roslyn rixton

adora - adored

roslyn - gentle horse; rose

rixton - pioneer, helper, inventiveness

age: seventeen

godly parent: daughter of ares, legacy of nemesis, champion of eris

sexuality: fem-leaning bisexual

pronouns: she/her

powers: wouldn't you like to know

ares - telumkinesis, odikinesis, necromancy, enhanced physical prowess, war strategy, fighting skills

nemesis - power sensor, fortukinesis, power neutralization,

eris - emotional manipulation, limited charmspeak, shapeshifting

pets: black panther disguised as a house cat

friends: talk to me first 💋

@you-cant-save-us @ares-innocence @fxxk-around-and-fxxd-out @anxrchist-hxv3n @time-and-the-waves

@hispanic-child-of-hermes @capri-sunii @i-am-misery @superbstarlightsheep @demigod-jack-hearth

WARNING! THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION MAY BE DISTURBING…

lore: aphrodite became jealous of adora's mother and ares' relationship, putting a curse on aleah, causing her to become obsessed with ares after their short affair. this obsession led to her being a neglectful mother to adora and sometimes resorted to physical and verbal abuse.

worried, aleah's relatives decided to find a husband for her. the only one who would accept was an alcoholic drug-addict, and adora's childhood was then filled with pain and bad influence.

adora discovered her powers at the age of six, and on one particular bad moment when her mother and step-father were arguing, her powers went haywire, causing her father to be driven insane and stab aleah.

traumatized, adora ran away, living in the streets and hiding from passerby until eris appeared, taking control of her little body. possession by a goddess should've been fatal for a child, but adora's body handled it, and with the goddess' help she grew up with a companion.

unfortunately, this companion influenced her to do misdeeds. adora, at the age of seventeen, is wanted for murder, manslaughter, illegal possession of drugs, underage drinking, money laundering, blackmail, kidnapping, identity theft, and theft. she is currently hiding in camp half-blood as adviced by ares.

don't be afraid. love is only dangerous when there's something to fight for... *giggles* bye, darling.

* radio crackles * we're so fucked .

(ooc here! this is the darkest oc i've made so far. if anything this character does or says triggers or makes you uncomfortable, please let me know and immediately stop interacting!)

dividers by: @/anitalenia

fc: blanca soler

tags: ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪devil in disguise - roleplaying

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪i know you are a star girl - general posts

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪only you my girl - asks

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪one of your girls - ooc posts

[tranquill-feathers]

My therapist said that it may be a good idea to make a separate blog where I can block people I do not want to see me talk about certain things. So. Here we are.

[@/wingsofachampion has been blocked] [@/thunderblessedhero has been blocked] [@/where-in-the-world-is-n has been blocked} [@/natural-harmonia-posting has been blocked] [@/a-natural-illusion has been blocked] [@/fog-with-a-blog has been blocked] {@/teamplasmaofficial has been blocked]

//ooc: tie-in with @lovenpeace-pkmn. warnings for discussion of child abuse (esp. parentification and neglect), cults, and manipulation, as well as semi-frequent panic attacks and probably Concordia being more pessimistic and self-deprecating than she lets herself be where her kids might see it. i'll try to tag stuff but i'm forgetful due to The Curse, so please lmk if i miss something.

rules are the same as over there since this blog is basically an extension of that one.

[silveredhowls]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 This muse is still in his beta phase :p Meaning, I'm kinda testing him, and activity may vary.

25+ ONLY. I love angst and dark content. Triggers won't always be tagged, so if any of the following topics trigger you, this blog isn't for you: violence, abuse, gore, monsters, gaslighting, manipulation, canon-typical fantasy racism and overall offensive / problematic themes, fantasy religion, suggestion of mental illness (i.e. mentions of mood swings, fatigue, hyperactivity, and so on), cannibalism

Mun =/= Muse. I don't condone what my muses do. Obviously.

Absolutely No: OOC drama, IRL political discourse, IRL bigotry, callout culture, policing adults on what to create / write on THEIR platforms, child muses, heavy formatting.

OOC communication is very important to me! If anything makes you uncomfortable or if you have any ideas you'd like to share, let me know!

I'm selective and mutuals only simply because I can only focus on a small number of threads. If I don't follow back, it's likely because you're not a BG3 / D&D related blog (multis: if most of your muses aren't FANTASY-BASED, I'll probably not follow), I already have a lot of threads, too much formatting, or I feel our muses / writing styles don't mesh.

If I follow you, I want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.

I use the block button very leniently to curate my online space. In a lot of cases it's just to avoid misunderstandings rather than anything personal. I suggest you do the same! Protecting your online space is a mature thing to do, and I promise I'll 100% support that. No questions asked, no hard feelings. We're all here to have a good time.

Please don't soft-block me, I have the memory of a soggy pickle. Hard-block.

MEMES. Send memes. I may not respond to all of them and not every meme will spark a new thread, but... send memes. If you want to turn a meme into a thread, DO IT. No need to ask.

Formatting rules:

No all lowercase / all uppercase. Please use good ol' standard sentence case and punctuation. No double spacing.

As mentioned above, I am not going to follow you if you do heavy formatting, because I tend to read through a blog before I follow, and heavy formatting makes it really friggin' hard for me to do so. Plus, I want to be able to read what's on my dash. So, unfortunately, even if you accommodate your fellow writers and tone it down for them if they ask - which I hope most of you do - I still won't follow.

My ADHD often influences my activity. Sometimes I'll reply super fast, sometimes it takes me ages, and sometimes I can only focus on specific threads / muses.

SHIPPING

I'm very ship friendly! If you want to ship, slide into my inbox. Ships with companions: ... are encouraged. In my playthrough, I have Lys romanced with Astarion, but obviously I won't shove my ship into anyone's face, and I will never ever assume things.

I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs.

[denniisa]

#DENNIIS an independent, selective, and mutuals only roleplay blog for dennis reynolds from fx's it's always sunny in philadelphia. written by landis ( it/it's & he/him/his, 27, cst ). you must read my full carrd before interacting.

❝ D as in "deliver me from this". E as in "engage with human". N as in "nightmare". N as in "nightmare". I as in "is this real !?". S as in "somebody help me". ❞

this blog will cover heavy topics ( e.g. alcoholism, depression, anxiety, childhood trauma, manipulative behavior, eating disorders ). this blog will also contain explicit content. for these reasons, this blog is 18+.

❝ just you and me fighting the good fight against a broken system engineered to drive us both so crazy that we have to take days off for our mental health !! ❞

inbox, 81. drafts, 3. starters owed, 12.

mobile friendly rules under the cut.

this blog is selective & private. in order for me to be comfortable writing here on tumblr i realized i need to curate my space. i will only interact with blogs that i am *mutually* following. please do not take it personally if i do not follow you back. usually i do not follow back because i cannot see our muses interacting. if i find that you are not following my guidelines i will either softblock or hardblock you as i see fit. i will not follow your blog back if you do not have some sort of a rules/guidelines page, or at least mun info.

i work a full time job and i have a life outside of rping. this is a hobby for me. *sometimes replies to ic and ooc content will be slow.* please do not rush me for replies. if you do have a concern that i have misplaced a thread, please message me. just do not guilt trip me. reply time will be sporadic as well, given that my inspiration and motivation comes in random bursts.

there will be very mature themes on this blog. this is a trigger warning for mentions of child abuse, sexual assault, substance abuse, alcoholism, parental death, anxiety, depression, and eating disorders. please keep this in mind if you decide to follow this blog, and when you read through dennis' biography. all triggers will be tagged as trigger //. if there is something i am not tagging that you need tagged, please message me! i am happy to adjust as needed.

transphobia, homophobia, racism, bigotry, proshippers (underage smut, incest ships, dubcon/noncon) or any other asshole behavior will not be tolerated. if you ship dennis & dee get the fuck off my blog. anonymous hate will also not be tolerated. if i catch you doing any of these things, you will be hard blocked. if i am writing with someone you have an issue with, or someone that is harmful to the rpc, please let me know privately and not in an anonymous ask. i would like to be able to ask the proper questions i need to privately without posting it on the dash.

dennis is not a good person. i do not want to make excuses for him and excuse his shitty behavior. i will pay attention to dennis' manipulation of others, anger, lying, ect. i will not write any of dennis' *creepy* behavior towards people. this is just a reminder that mun =/= muse. i also write dennis as canon divergent & headcanon based. i add my own little tweaks to his character.

hello everyone, my name is landis! thank you for taking the time to read through all of this. i truly am just a silly little guy trying my best. the best way to start interactions with me is by sending me inbox prompts! so feel free, go off. no such thing as sending me too many.

[fatedstrands]

Rules

About the Mun!

Hi! My name Is Whisper, I'm a non binary kind of gender presenting fluid alter-human mess. I live in Aussieland but am alive often during UK time. My sleep is all over the place despite this so be patient. PERSONAL BLOGS NOT CONNECTED TO RP ACCOUNTS DNI! IF THE THREAD ISN'T YOURS, PLEASE DON'T REBLOG IT! THANK YOU!

I have a lot of #trauma but most things don't usually bother me. As Trigun is a HEAVILY triggering universe, I will write many things including but not limited to; Violence, body horror, horror themes, manipulation, abuse (though I will NOT write sexual abuse) but things like narcissistic abuse, child abuse/neglect, medical experimentation, homosexuality, drug abuse/alcoholism. NSFW scenes can be found on @fatedsinners. ABUSE TO ME WILL NOT BE TOLERATED! If you're gonna try to start stuff, please just leave. This is a fun and safe space, don't ruin it. ALL ART WILL BE TAGGED as either t//Wifey Arts for art done by @inkksuna who's given permission for me to post or Art//The Mun's Works for stuff I myself have done.

NOW THE RP THINGS!

Mun =/= Muse - period. No if ands or buts. I WILL INTERACT WITH DUPES GIMMIE GIMMIE! MAGIC ANONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME! Each one will be marked with 'curse//---' of the curse My Legato is HEAVILY CANON DIVERGENT so please respect the laws of their lives as I have written them. If my muses inspire you, if my headcannons make you go 'I like that' please feel free to take them on as your own! I love to inspire and add onto others' own creativity. No God-Modding/Info-Modding/Power Gaming. Set up the attacks, and of course I can't dodge them all, but allow me to decide the damage and success of the hit. We are all the DM's of our own muses and no one else's. If you want to do an action to my muse ASK ME IN DMS AND WE CAN SUSS IT OUT! I love to do this!

Do not harass me for replies and do not try to guilt trip or otherwise emotionally manipulate me in anything at all, such as OOC chats, vagueblogging, tags, or IC threads. THIS BEING SAID! I WRITE A LOT AND FAST! You have no obligation to reply as fast or match the length. As long as it's more than a one liner (unless it's something crack related) I can work with it. I cannot do one liners well at all so EXPECT PARAGRAPHS BECAUSE I AM INVESTED!

I will turn asks I'm interested in being threads into a thread whilst @ing you, there is NO OBLIGATION to respond. If the ask is left as an ask, you can dm me to request it as a thread, otherwise I consider it finished.

Please tag our threads with the URL 'fatedstrands' for my main and 'fatedsinners' for NSFW.

If you have a problem with me, please come to me and tell me. I want to know when I've done something wrong so I can learn and grow if I can. If you're a new blog, I will not write with you unless you have some sort of information, about and age of mun. If it's our first interaction, please don't open with anything that's sexual or means a presumed relationship. It makes me uncomfortable. I prefer to find out ideas or baselines of threads but also don't hesitate to just yeet yourself in, just be prepared for a 20 roll of the die to see what chaos you've called upon yourself! Whilst I AM open to AU's OC's will need information on them for me to feel comfortable and any thread MUST have been spoken about in DMs first. Multimuse blogs are welcome and SOME crossovers are okay if I know what's happening, who the other muse is OR we've discussed it in DMs.

NOW THE SPICY THINGS!

WILL NOT WRITE SMUT WITH ANYONE UNDER 21 BOTH MUN AND MUSE RESPECTIVELY! I've made mistakes as a teen and know how it can affect someone and I refuse to put that on anyone else. It's to protect me and you. If you're under 21, please just walk away. I am a shipping WHORE! there are some ships I auto yes to, like MillionsSummers and WolfSummers. Just be warned, my Legato is different so please check my summary thread for the verses. Whilst these are auto yes please still talk to me about the ship so we can define the small things as I love those. ALL SHIPS ARE THEIR OWN UNIVERSE! No one fight over my muses love unless we've agreed to it in DMs LET ME MAKE THIS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR BECAUSE APPARENTLY IT'S NOT CLEAR ENOUGH! I DO NOT SHIP PLANTCEST!

[cardinal-contest-king]

Ruby Yuuki, the undisputed Contest King! Currently residing in Sootopolis with my Master, and adjusting to all the new things that offers!

My first team! That's right, there's more than one!!! Master helps me with the second gang!

//OOC://

My third pokémon blog! This one's, obviously, on Ruby! He's the fella that got me into Pokémon, to begin with! So he's very special to me, which means I absolutely adore him... and also 10x more willing to hit him with the Thematically Appropriate Angst Hammer... it's the end of Arc 1! Ruby got kidnapped by former Team Magma members, but has since escaped and recovered, and has even found a new home away from Norman, thanks to Mikuri (aka Wallace).

TW Warnings for this blog: Child abuse, implied violence, actual violence, panic attacks, abusive parenting, self-loathing, self-blame, gaslighting, manipulation, mentions of previous torture/drugging and if there's any more, then PLEASE ask to tag! I don't want to upset anyone.

No NSFW things, obviously, but feel free to ask questions! Magic anons, peliper-mail, musharna mail AND malice are all on! So, feel absolutely free to do whatever, as long as it's nothing weird/obviously bad.

Trying to help is fine, but please ask before getting involved with higher stakes/plot stuff!