#or whatever terrible quality the animation will be. i don’t care

[rockclimbinglover12107]

Unpopular OITNB opinions because I’m bored and procrastinating

I had little to no interest in Taystee and found her outright annoying at times. She was okay in the earlier seasons and my idea of her was that she was good character that I didn’t like due to personal preference. However, in the later season, I felt that she could be irritating, irrational and depressing in an unenjoyable way and that she got far too much screen time for what I considered to be a rather dull plot.

I find it hilarious when people try to complain about people on the show being mean or bad people. Like yes, that’s why 99% of them have landed themselves in prison. The funniest examples of this complaint are when people say that Lorna, someone who grew up Italian-American in New York, could sometimes say racist things or when Flaritza, two girls who probably couldn’t even legally drink before they went to prison and, in Maritza’s case at least, didn’t seem to have parents who cared for them, could sometimes be bitchy and immature. These comments are even funnier when whoever says this then goes on to say that they love Frieda, Carol and Barb.

In my personal opinion, Season 2 was the best season quality-wise but Season 4 was better when it came down to drama and entertainment. Season 3 was actually one of my favourites aside from Alex’s whole paranoid arc and I didn’t really mind the panty storyline. Season 1 was obviously good, if a little slow and boring at first. Season 5 shouldn’t have dragged on for so long, if they were only going to cover three days, although I probably would have enjoyed it if it hadn’t felt so absurd and weird compared to previous seasons. Season 7 was depressing trauma porn from start to finish and Season 6 was dreadful n every single way and a terrible conclusion for the riot.

I felt like the family dynamics became way less cohesive it’s the show progressed and people that had once gotten on perfectly well were suddenly at each other’s throats and vice versa. A good example of this was Spanish Harlem which went from a clearly outlined family where Aleida and Gloria acted as parents, Blanca was not a part of the group and the other four ( Maria, Daya, Maritza and Flaca ) pretty much did whatever Aleida said. Contrast this to Season 4/5 where Aleida leaves but Flaritza and Maria don’t seem to even notice, Gloria just let’s Maria have control over Harlem with no complaints whatsoever, Maria and Maritza seem to be at each other’s throats one second and back to there seemingly rather good Season 2/3 friendship the next, Blanca is suddenly an active member of the group and Gloria only cares about Daya. This faulty dynamic is true for all of the other groups as well, and never gets the chance to recover after they are sent to Max.

I didn’t like how some of the seriously traumatic stuff that happened to some of these characters, especially in Season 4, was never addressed by the show again and seemed to forgotten after the episode ended by both the writers and the character themself. You’re telling me that Maritza was creeped on, forced to eat a live animal, held at gunpoint and repeatedly harassed but she bounced back after throwing up like twice and hugging Flaca. In reality, she would probably take a long while to recover or feel truly comfortable in her own skin again, maybe even experiencing some PTSD, which could have been an interesting storyline to take her character down through Season 5, instead of relegating her back to comedy bits and pop culture references.

That’s all my opinions for now, although I will probably make a Part 2 for this post. Hope you agreed with at least one of my takes and that you don’t want to kill me for some of the things I said.

[antlered-lycanthrope]

Vent post under the cut. Feel free to skip

I feel completely inferior to everyone around me and I feel that no one cares abt what I have to say and everyone finds me annoying and I need to just stop talking and do whatever people tell me to do

I feel like an absolute disappointment to everyone

I feel like a waste of space

I feel like I need to water my personality and interests down to make others comfortable

I feel like I need to just be completely obedient to others and do whatever they tell me to do without question

I feel like I’m just a problem and an inconvenience and a burden to everyone I know

I feel bad even typing this out now bc someone may read it and think I’m pathetic and get annoyed at me

I don’t feel like I’m a good person at all

I feel like the only “good” qualities I have are just bc of my trauma

I’m loyal, but that’s bc I’m terrified of abandonment and loneliness and I will never leave someone no matter what they do to me bc bad company is better than no company

Im polite, but thats bc im scared of people being mad at me so i try to be as nice and respectful and quiet as i can. I try to be as little issue as I can be

I’m good with animals, but that’s bc i feel so incredibly disconnected from humans due to being dehumanized as a pup and my only friends were my mom’s friend’s border collie and the neighbor’s daughter’s wolfdog and the stray neighborhood cats and the birds I fed and caught at any opportunity and the roly polys I dug up in the garden

I’m an artist, but that’s bc I liked to draw terribly gory and graphic vent art in elementary school and junior high

I’m a proficient reader, but that’s bc I read novels to escape my life and instead be immersed into fantasy worlds with magic and talking animals

I have a strong imagination and im creative, but that’s bc id lay awake in bed at night daydreaming of being a wolf to be able to fight back against people who hurt me or being a dragon to be able to fly away from scary things and live alone and safe in the mountains

I feel that I am nothing but fear and trauma responses and hatred towards humankind

I just want to escape from all of the fear. I want to run away and hide in a little hole and be safe

Rn I actually would really like if my partner would text me back bc i need comfort. But I urgently need to stop depending on them for comfort and reassurance. I can tell it’s really wearing them down, and they’re already dealing with enough stress from their shitty situation

I’m just a pup. People cant treat me like this. My parents as a wolf would’ve never done any of this to me. I’m just a pup. I’m crying rn but I feel like I’m yelping and squealing for my mother or sister to come groom me and make me feel better

Im not gonna beat around the bush anymore, I just need attention. I so desperately need attention, I feel like I will die from overwhelming emotional pain if I’m not comforted by someone. I’m asking for help, I’m howling out for someone to come save me and make me feel better but I know that no one can help be but myself. But I CANT. I’m so stuck. I feel so helpless. I just wanna feel better and get out of this house and out of this town and out of this country.

I NEED HELP. BUT NO ONE CAN HELP ME BUT MYSELF. AND ITS EXHAUSTING.

I’m sobbing I wanna bite and lick my paws to soothe myself but my paws are gone, I just have these disgusting hands that hurt all the time.

Will someone just get me out of here. PLEASE. I’m begging someone to help me please I’m very good at begging. I can be as sad and pathetic as you want me to be. Take pity on me please. I’m very pitiful. I’m a sad helpless little dog, no one in their right mind would let a dog go through this pain. I can do whatever you want. I’ll sit up and wave my paws in the air, I’ll show you my belly, I’ll whine. I can do whatever you want, I’m easy to train. The only reward I need is a little praise and a head pat and to tell me I’ll be ok, or just withholding punish - that works even better I think.

I just need to be held. I just need to be loved. Even if it’s insincere - I’m just a dumb dog, “they don’t understand words, it’s just the tone you use”

I want to hear someone’s heartbeat, I want to feel their breath on my fur, I want them to rub my ears or my cheeks, I want a soft kiss on my stupid snoot.

I’m just so tired and so lonely. I’m in a delirium from Covid and I just want to be taken care of and loved like a pet or a child - I don’t feel like I’m an equal. I feel unworthy and inferior. I feel like I need to earn love and praise by pleasing my master and doing whatever they want me to. I’d chew my own paw off for someone if they asked me to.

Please

[spywitch]

Its so annoying when someone says “You should get pet insurance” and someone else is like “WELL NOT EVERYONE CAN AFFORD THAT AND VET CARE IS TOO EXPENSIVE NOT EVERYONE CAN SPEND $50k ON JUST ONE ANIMAL.”

Like, yes vet care is too expensive, theres a lot of complicated reasons why usually having more to do with corporate greed and very little to do with the doctors and other staff. They have to make money, they have to pay for the costs of the medicine, tests and machines and they have to pay their already critically underpaid staff. But so long as it is expensive you should be doing everything you can to plan for your pets future.

Like literally nobody is shaming you for not being able to spend over $10k on some treatment for a terrible cancer or ailment thats not even guarenteed to save your pet or give them a good quality of life. Believe me, the whole staff understands and is sad with you and many of us wouldn’t be able to afford that either. We also hate that care is so expensive, and don’t think pet ownership should be a luxury only the wealthy can afford.

But you NEED to plan for at least basic care and common problems and accidents that can happen. That means more than bare minimum vaccines. That means you should know you will need to pay for spay/neuter, that you should come to expect at least a couple routine dentals with possible extractions, that you shouldn’t be blindsided when your pet is old and needs something for its arthritis, etc. You should especially be planning if you have a breed known for more health issues, or thats known to get injured or into trouble more often. If you have a cat especially a less friendly one you should be prepared for needing anxiety meds and possibly sedation in the event they are too fearful and aggressive at the vet. All of that shit can be expensive as fuck, but still managable for most IF you have a good pet insurance, which is only like $20-50 a month. When we say “get pet insurance” its not about shaming you if you can’t afford that dental with 6 extractions and saying you shouldn’t have pets, we’re just trying to help you and warn you that its pretty inevitable especially as your pet ages to have to pay a lot to prevent your pet from suffering. Pet healthcare woes are just like human ones, they’re just expedited because they have shorter lives.

Its best to do it young before they have pre-existing conditions too. I should have insured my husky right away, I didn’t prioritize it because I was broke and she was young and healthy, but of course she had 3 emergency visits as a puppy, twice for getting into shit and once for a bee or something stinging her eye. It would have been so worth it to just pay the insurance fee, and it will be very worth it when she is old and needs supportive care for whatever the future may bring. Thats all we’re trying to tell you… the monthly fee is usually worth it. If you can’t even afford that that sucks and I hope you can find resources to help, but isn’t like other people who are trying to give helpful advice’s fault.

[anna-scribbles]

season 5 is going to be the year of adrinette i can feel it in my bones. win after win for me personally. every new episode will only make me more powerful physically mentally emotionally etc. what i am trying to say is congratulations in advance to me

[arrenlebanen777]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 333

🌙Saturn in 11th house: In groups these people have/emanate serious/mature/authoritative/unapproachable energy & aura that the collective fears them a little bit, because Saturn here can see what is really substantial/important, and he will break the parties if it is necessary if there is too much superficiality and nonsense. This can make them disappointed from society & humanity, honesty is very important for these people, fears rejection, lone wolves. They may have few friends because of this and in some cases have none. But they are great leaders and they need to find the courage to go out and find their tribe because is out there and they can! 🌙Aries MC: Also gives unapproachable aura since they look angry or ready to fight you type of energy(mars influence), have powerful leadership qualities, sexy, ambitious, confrontational image, impatient, the father figure of these individuals usually have anger issues, they get bored quickly, their job has to physically and mentally challenge them and stimulate them a lot or else they will leave it since the tendency is also to get bored quickly, They have strong spirit and s*x appeal, fun relationships with authority figures (sometimes with s*xual tension). 🌙Sun Scorpio in Leo degrees(5, 17, 29): tend to be the stereotype of a sigma male, like an introverted lion. For example: Naoki Kobayashi & Mad mikkelsen. 🌙Venus in 18 degrees: tend to have romantic problems or tend to be loners but they are very intelligent people. 🌙I observe that Degrees could be more important/influential than decans, since they are more concentrated energy and decans are more general type of energy. 🌙7th house: is the mirror house, it means that whatever planet we have here is the planet that we tend to delegate/project on our partners. So if we do not recognize the energy of the planet here in us, we are going to continue having relationship problems/breakups that are going to push us to recognize and internalize the energy of the planet(s). 🌙Water sign in the 6th house cusp or over the 6th house: These people could have terrible sleep schedules. 🌙Sun conjunct Moon: These people are so warm, their presence is so tender and adorable, have mommy issues, Are quite attached to the mother figure and this has a strong influence on their lives, tend to get along very well with women in general due to their receptive & captivating feminine energy, very maternal, they take things very personally and tend to be melancholic, childish, Gets emotional too easily, like anything that touches their heart makes them cry, Can be a bit clingy. They have to be careful about getting stuck in addictions to escape what they feel.

🌙People say that parallels are very important like conjunctions, but generally they only activates with the external world, they don’t have effects on our physical appearance, inner world or our intimate life like conjunctions 🌙People underestimate the s*x appeal and charm that Neptune can give you, is the s*x appeal from the main character, anime character, fiction character…is a very outworldly and watery s*x appeal. If Neptune is prominent in your chart like in conjunction with a lot of personal planets, ascendant or MC it could give you this characteristics. For example: -Michael Fassbender(Neptune conjunct AC) -Naomi Watts(Neptune conjunct AC) -Rihanna(Neptune conjunct MC) -Daniel Day-Lewis(Neptune conjunct MC) -Beth behrs(Neptune conjunct Sun) -Ian Somerhalder(Neptune conjunct Sun) -Carrie-Anne Moss(Neptune conjunct Mars) -Lady Gaga(Neptune conjunct Mars)

[stargirlfeyre]

Pookie…You know you could have just @ me if you were going to talk shit right? You just sat your ass down and wrote paragraph after paragraph spiraling because you were upset that I didn’t care to argue with a stranger. Do I have to repeat that sentence for you to realize how much of a pussy you look like?

Before I even address this spiral let me start off by saying this is the post that you lot are up in arms about:

Y’all complain about how this fandom is filled with arguments but will sit here and whine when someone chooses to…not engage in an argument with you? Someone tried to argue under my post and I quickly ended it by saying that I don’t feel like explaining shit to them and that they were wrong. Because they were. Get off your high horse and stop acting like you’re entitled to the time of strangers on the internet.

I see morally grey is the new term to make you people not feel so guilty about liking mediocre white men who have little to no redeeming qualities. “You just can’t put up with morally grey characters” stop acting like Eris is this super complex character and stop acting like the term “morally grey” is some sort of shield against being called out for being a shitty person. Get off your knees. It can’t be fun down there.

“The worst thing we see Eris do is degrade women and call a person of color some slurs. Being misogynistic and racist isn’t THAT bad” if I knocked on your head we would all hear a massive echo. Stop acting like a fucking hooligan. Sorry but being a literal racist is not being morally grey. That’s being a terrible fucking person and you saying “b-but he just called Cassian a few slurs” speaks to all of us the type of person you are.

“How does Eris being a disgusting person compare to Cassian murdering a village” if you’re going to deflect at least make sure the thing you’re deflecting on is comparable? Cassian killing the people who raped his mother to the point of her death is on the same level as Eris…degrading women and being racist? No one is obsessed with humiliating themselves the way fans of white men are. It has to be some kind of kink atp.

You calling Feyre a “breeder” even though it was her who chose to have kids simply because you’re upset that someone doesn’t like a white man proves to me that you are deranged and were raised by animals instead of parents. You’re pulling year old shit out of that funky ass because you can’t cope with the fact that Eris is a disgusting man. I don’t know why you chose me as your target to spiral onto today but get your shit together babe. You posted this thinking you sounded smart but all you did was force us to listen to the ramblings of a person who obviously does not need internet access.

One, you can’t seriously read that scene and think Eris is a small child, two, people don’t make excuses for Rhys’ actions nor do they act like he wasn’t wrong. The difference between us and you is the fact that we understand his actions yet will never sit here and try to justify or deflect from them. While…you’re sitting her and saying Eris never actually called Mor a slut, he just said she dresses like one…how old are you? Am I dealing with another child?

“Eris didn’t do anything to Mor in the woods. He just left her naked with a note nailed to her womb and degraded her a little” you do realize that still makes him complicit in what happened to her right? Leaving a brutalized 18 year old naked in the woods because she is not your responsibility makes you a vile fucking person.

This is my account. I can talk about whatever and whoever I want. Sorry you weren’t raised with the mentality to mind your fucking business if you don’t like something, but that shouldn’t mean we have to be burdened with your nonsensical ramblings.

This is why you can't have a discussion nowadays. People's narrative being "My opinion is the only opinion, Idc what you say you are wrong."

Bitch Honey, if you can't deal with someone else's opinion, maybe don't post shit in the internet for everyone to see.

You can't put up with morally dark characters who are actually morally dark and not trying to justify their actions.

Besides, the worst thing we actively see Eris do in all of the books is saying that Morrigan dresses like a slut and calling Cassian some slurs. Plus we know that he left Morrigan at the border without touching her (what was he supposed to do, take her to Beron? Srsly, use your brains people. Please.)

None of these things were nice.

But how does this in any way compare to slaughtering a whole village of people for revenge (Cassian)?

Or better yet, to leave a head on a spike in the garden of someone else for shits and giggles, be a ruler for centuries and yet not manage to stop women in your territory from being mutiliated, even though you call yourself the "most powerful High Lord to ever rule" or some shit. Or SA your apparent future wife, also just for fun because he could have left Feyre in the cell in acotar and no one would have given two shits except for Tamlin and Lucien who would have been worried for her. Stealing millenia old artifacts. Threatening to kill everyone who doesn't share your opinion, constantly and therefore jeopardizing an alliance against the main enemy. Keeping mass destruction weapons in your posession without telling anyone outside of your "family" about it. Misusing your wife and mate as a breeder and not even informing her about the fact that she will likely die in childbirth, instead leaving your sister in law to sacrifice the brunt of her own magic to safe her sister. Belittling a man dealing with heavy depression and PTSD for really no apparent reason other than your own petiness, telling him he should kill himself when he's at his lowest AFTER he saved your mates life, your life and essentially turned the tide in a war. And I could go on.

How are the narrative and part of the fandom able to find excuses for Rhysand's fucked up behaviour over and over and paint him the misunderstood hero, but Eris is evil incarnate because he did what again? Left Morrigan at the border, most likely knowing she would be found and taken care of (at the ripe age of...very much younger than her, too, mathematics say) and called Cassian a brute.

"Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut." -Eris in acowar to Morrigan. This is him saying she dresses like a slut. Not calling her one.

I'm not trying to make excuses for Eris here. He's an asshole, I'm aware of it, and the absolute majority of his stans are aware of it. But that's about it. So if you make some post about "abusive men", and include Tamlin and Eris, then reflect on what fucked up shit your favs did. Because if saying someone dresses like a slut and leaving her lying around injured but untouched by you (when you have no responsibility for her state at all) is horrible and abusive, I'd like to know what you would call all the shit Rhysand pulled.

On the other hand, I'd like to say something about Neris shippers being racist, because I don't see how? I could honestly care less for how Cassian looks or his ethnicity, this is about him having literally no backbone and treating Nesta like shit throughout acosf when she was clearly not in a good place, mentally. If y'all wanna be degraded for having ugly trauma I can't help you. I liked Nessian in acowar, they had potential. But acosf? Nah.

[thirstyforlulu]

Yandere Hellsing x Reader HCs? Including Millennium

Integra:

She’s a very possessive yandere

With her money and power, she has the means to get her hands on you

She’s good at playing cool, you won’t catch on for a while

Sure you notice that she never sends you on missions and that she’s always having you work near her office, but that’s just her being a good friend

When she decides to approach you romantically, she’s very forward

Around you she’s a touch starved animal, unlike her usual put together appearance

If you deny her feelings or try to run, get ready because she’s not giving up that easily

She’ll pull whatever strings she has to in order to find you

She’ll spend thousands bribing people or tracking you

Once she knows where you are, she’ll send Alucard to collect you

When she has you she’s very loving

She’ll want to constantly be touching you in some way

Usually that means sitting beside her while she works at her desk

As long as you’re good, she’ll let you wander the entirety of the manor

Since you tried to run she’s added all sorts of security measures so you can’t get out

Act up though and she will chain you to the wall in her office

“Y/N, your behavior has been deplorable lately and needs correcting.

Don’t give me those sad eyes, this is all your fault.”

Walter:

He’s a sneaky yandere

Very observant, he’ll learn your patterns and preferences

At the start he’ll leave you gifts like your favorite food or pretty flowers

He uses it as an excuse to get closer to you

He’s always offering to do favors for you, secretly lowering your defenses around him

He’s not the type to take anything from you but he will take the time to appreciate them

If you let him clean your room he’ll likely pause to sniff some clothes

You notice how much he knows about you but you just think he’s very observant

You don’t realize it’s due to his obsession

He’s the type to take more precautions

If you deny his advances he’ll lock you up somewhere, probably his room

He’ll get chains and a cage if necessary

If you really act up, he’ll lock you in the basement

The way you cling to him in fear after spending all night in the dark is addictive

His wires are always nearby

If you try to run you’ll only get a few steps out the door before the wires wrap you up and pull you back

He does his best not to hurt you, but if you struggle too much, a few cuts are inevitable

Seras:

She’s a very clingy yandere

She’ll want you on every mission she goes on

When you have free time she’ll take you out into the area nearby for some quality time

If you ever push her away, she gets angry

She’ll pout like a child then force her way into whatever it is you’re doing

At the time, she’ll act like it’s just a coincidence and you might even believe her

You’re not getting rid of her so easily

She’s also a very sweet yandere

If she feels she’s hurt your feelings she’ll go out of her way to get you presents or treat you nicely

Until you say you forgive her, she won’t stop pampering you

No one else is allowed near you, not even Integra

She’ll make excuses and do whatever it takes to keep you to herself

She would never kidnap you or lock you up because she hates to see you sad, but her “loving” behavior will be a trap in itself

Don’t forget that despite how cute she is, she’s still a powerful monster that can and will do what it takes to keep you

If that means making you one of her familiars then so be it

Alucard:

He’s a terrifying yandere

He can control you and the people around you, holding you captive

You’re not a stupid person, you know how easily he could end your life, so you tend to let it all happen

On the plus side, he’s very passionate and often brings you gifts

He’s such a smooth talker you’ll end up forgetting the terrifying threats he’s made in the past

Anyone who flirts with you will mysteriously disappear

Anyone who hurts you will turn up days later torn to shreds in a ditch

He would never do anything to hurt you, but that doesn’t stop him from making threats

“I could tear you apart just like that man from last week. I would love to hear your moans of anguish, but I’d prefer moans of pleasure.”

When you act out he manhandles you

He’ll press you against a wall and bite your neck to remind you of your place

He enjoys when you become complicit, but he likes when you’re occasionally act out

It gives him an excuse to punish you, which he always loves

After that, you’ll think twice before disobeying him

Millenium:

Jan:

Bro this man is already wild

When he sets his sights on you it’s go time

He won’t let anyone else near you or get to know you, not even his brother

He’ll threaten people, meeting them after work for overstepping their boundaries

He’s very touchy, like he’s trying to leave his scent all over you

Out in public, he’ll hang on you, showing others that you’re already taken

He’ll growl at people that look at you too long when passing by

He flicks a lot of people off, all the time but more so when he’s around you

He’s paranoid and doesn’t like anyone else around you, even friends

Clearly he’s a fan of body modification so if he can convince you he’ll want to get some kind of matching piercing/tattoo

If you get it, he’ll pay special attention to it any time you cuddle, running his fingers over it countless times

He can be very intense so he might yell at you, but when he sees the hurt look in your eyes he backs off

In his own weird way, he loves you and doesn’t want to see you hurting

But if he has to hurt you to keep you then so be it

Luke:

He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is

He tries to play it cool, but if someone tries to touch you he will blatantly smack their hand away

Always has an excuse to be around you and if he doesn’t, he’ll find one

He’s not as touchy as Jan, but he does like to hold your hand

You’ll feel his pinky brush against you before his hand completely envelops yours

His grip tightens when he sees you looking at others

Your attention is something he so desperately craves

He gives you every moment of his time and he wants you to do the same

If you’re ever in danger he’s there before anyone else even knows

It helps that he was already watching you

Be ready to compensate him

At first he’s just worried about you, but then once he knows you’re alright, he’ll start making demands

“You owe me for coming to your rescue dear. Or would you like me to toss you back? Maybe then you’ll beg me in such a cute way.”

Rip:

She does not care what other people think

She’ll ruin relationships to get closer to you

She’ll endanger her own job if it keeps you two apart

Doing favors is how she gets closer to you

Anytime you need something she’s there and ready to go

She’d leave in the middle of a mission if she hears you need help

Anyone causing you problems will be slaughtered and presented to you as a gift

“See y/n, I took off their heads just for you.”

She can get very aggressive especially if she thinks you’re denying her advances

She won’t hurt you, beyond a little pinch or so, but she’ll make threats

She’s very sadistic and would be willing to lock you up

Having you as a pet is actually an attractive idea to her

She’ll take good care of you wherever you’re locked up, but she won’t allow many freedoms

“Look at my pretty pet. How lucky am I.”

The Captain:

He’s like a pet, always following you around

He’ll growl at people he doesn’t like around you

His arms are always around you, keeping you close

No one else is allowed to tend to you after missions

When he’s patching you up, he’ll run his hands along your arms and legs, lovingly caressing your limbs

He’ll use that as an excuse to stay around you

Popping in to “check on you” at all hours

You won’t even know he’s come in until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed

He’s the type the would sit there for a moment watching you breathe

If he can, he’ll try to get you to be his assistant

If he can convince the higher ups that he needs one, he’ll do whatever he can

Then he’ll be around you even when he works and will be able to protect you

No one on the battlefield will be able to even get close to you

He’ll ignore his own tasks to protect you

He’s extremely loyal and obsessive

The Doctor

Oh man it is terrifying when he has his eye on someone

He views it like just another experiment, wanting to test and push you

He’ll have you coming to him for “examinations” all the time

He’d likely put a bug on you

Suddenly he knows things you don’t remember telling him, but you can’t prove anything

People you like start disappearing, people you had no idea he knew about

If he suspects you’re starting to catch on and trying to get away, he’ll start drugging you

Then you’ll have to come to him if you’re going to get better

While he’s treating you, he’ll trick you mentally manipulating you to grow closer to him

You’re going to think so highly of him, forgetting all the red flags you’d seen before

He is absolutely a gas lighter but he’s damn good at it

Even if you have experience with this stuff you won’t pick up on it

It’s a game of cat and mouse with him

The Major

He is not subtle and does not care

Your needs or emotions don’t matter to him

If you don’t respond well to his advances he will make terrible threats

If that doesn’t work he’ll take it a step further, allowing the ghouls to get close to taking a bite out of you

Torture is the next step

He doesn’t care about your mood, he has to have you

“Y/N, why do you fight so hard when you know I’m just going to hurt you again?”

He’ll want to do most of it by hand, but if he needs to he will get the others involved

“Would you like me to make a spectacle out of you? I think the others would enjoy that.”

Behave and he won’t hurt you

If he gets mad enough he’ll remove your arms and legs

You’ll become his good little doll, always on display for him

Like a bird in a cage, you’re his favorite display item

[kushami-hime]

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819 posts reblogged (47%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@onetrickponi

@thebigchoo

@goodlucksnez

@thescarlettletter

I tagged 1,039 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#kushami asks - 365 posts

#snzblr - 227 posts

#not snz - 213 posts

#snz kink - 207 posts

#snzfucker - 202 posts

#sneeze kink - 144 posts

#snz - 100 posts

#kushami wavs - 96 posts

#snz wav - 34 posts

#b/akugou - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#knowing that you all care so deeply for a stranger on the internet has restored my faith in humanity

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

CW: Sneezing, Stifles, Wet Sneezes, Half Stifles, BakuBrats stank attitude, embarrassment, 3 noseblows. 

One morning at the local hero agency, the newest generation fresh to the scene is called to a meeting by their serious colleague, Tenya Iida. Everyone is in attendance, including Ground Zero and Deku. But as they get settled in, a strong smell in the cramped room begins to set off Deku’s nose...this won’t end well. 

FIRST wav since...the dragon!baku one? That was done a hot minute ago I feel like but whatever lol. I cant find the proper anon question atm and to be honest I dont remember if its the same person but when you see this, I hope it’s alright! All I remember was that someone asked for D/eku dealing with someones strong perfume either in a mission/meeting/college lecture so I went with a meeting setting. I put my own little spin on it with music from the OST and using background sounds and stuff to give it more...immersion? idk lmao.

Anyway! It’s bedtime for me but horni hours for you guys. Enjoy! <3

102 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#4

After waking up with a terrible fever, D/eku finds himself being taken care of by B/akugou, who’s usual rash behavior covers up his worrisome feelings over his lovers illness.

CW: Sneezing (dur) Baku being a tsundere mother hen, bratty sick Deku, Baku getting sneezed on (twice I think?), general caretaking, you know the drill. 

OK guys wtf HOW did this get so goddamn long!? This is my longest wav YET! And yet...I don’t think it lived up to the hype? Im just being hard on myself I guess, you all be the judge.

I really missed doing Deku and I got like, REALLY mess and REALLY stuffy during this wav and you can totally hear it nearer to the end/in the second half.

This was originally for THIS ask and Im sorry if it sucks (I know you said soft caretaker Baku but he’s pretty angry in the first half) but HEY its super long so there’s that? Lol. I also apologize for the quality, I had to knock it down during the export cause it was too big for Discord lol...

Anyway, um...enjoy I guess! It’s been a harsh week so Im gonna go eat something and watch anime I guess @-@ 

102 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

CW: SLOW BURN, B/akugou being tied up/restrained, slight BDSM vibes, feather use, a LOT of sneezing (like...a LOT) long, drawn out holdbacks/build ups, some NSFW sounds if you squint, mess/hints at a lot of mess, feather allergy, my OC Tsumeko being a real bitch to blasty boi, established Pro Hero AU, hands free stifles, forced stifles, B/akugou being loud and having an absolute potty mouth, growly noises (cause yknow angry B/akubrat), forced false starts (if thats a thing), B/akugou being winded/out of breath on a few occassions, cameo from T/odoroki and D/eku at the end, shirt being used as a tissue/noseblowing into shirt.

CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE IN PRO HERO AU AND ARE 25+!

K/atsuki wakes up tied to a support beam in a structurally unsound building seemingly underground. When he realizes his captor is a well known thief he's been chasing for weeks, he's completely seeing red. Will he be able to tough it out against her strange test of endurance or crack under the pressure with a weakness he didn't even know he had?

Holy fuck guys...this shit is the length of a full on anime episode and idk whether to be proud of myself or ashamed like...idk what to think. All I know is that a LOT of anons wanted this wav and well...here it is lol. It took like 3 - 4 weeks of repeat sessions of JUST sneezing and also holdback training if you will. Most of them were seperate but 90% of the holdbacks in this are 100% real so enjoy my genuine battle against fresh vials of Chinknii xux;

I'm also sort of on the fence with this one, cause it's been a hot minute since I've done a B/akugou wav and I pretty much forgot how to sneeze like him, and I rerecorded certain sneezes but without much improvement so sorry about that u.u Hopefully they get better as I do a few more wavs with him coming up.

SO! Um...hopefully this does some numbers cause I have to be up early and I stayed up to finish this and um...yeah! Im gonna go pass out now-

102 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

CW: Nose blowing, wet sneezes, sniffling, buildups/hitching breaths, somewhat horny Bakubrat, very teasing and dominant/demanding! Listener is in a servant position so there’s that if you’re into domestic servitude lmao

After a long day away from the palace, B/akugou returns from an outing drenched in freezing rain, and sneezing almost uncontrollably. He claims he’s fine...typical B/akugou. But once Y/N pesters him enough, he admits that he may have caught himself an awful illness by the name of Dragon Fever. With human blood running through their veins, Y/N is immune to this disease, so it’s up to them to nurse the suddenly teasing and feverish king back to health...

AS YOU CAN SEE, this file was too big and too horni for tumblr so I had to use soundcloud instead. A lot of people have been waiting for this, so I really REALLY hope it came out OK. You guys know Im too hard on myself these days like, ugh. The self loathing is so real...

But, it’s here. And I’ll probably take some time to write scripts and maaaaybe write a short fic? I dunno yet, Im really tired, lol Enjoy!

Minors DNI. Non-Kink blogs DO NOT REBLOG! Love you guys!

103 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A shy, nerdy type of guy you've been friends with for so long that you've decided to tell about your kink. He thinks nothing of it, even reassures you that it's natural and it's not weird at all! He even totally forgets it...even as he's struggling with his usual hayfever.

You can't help but squirm as he's humiliating himself by struggling to fish out his used tissues to wipe his streaming nose, holding back his sneezes with messy half stifles into his hands. He looks down at the shiny mess in his palms as he hides himself from you, flushed red in the face. That's when he remembers.

"W-wait...y-you...l-like this sort of thing...don't you?"

133 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[captainfightingflower]

THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING TOOK THEM OUTBACK AND SHOT THEM-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?! I WAS BEING HYPERBOLIC WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK-THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING-WHAT?!?! I COMPLETLY MISSED TH-DO THE STAFF HAVE NO FUCKING BRAIN?!?!?!!?

THEY DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT EITHER THEIR CAUSAL PLAYER ORRRRRR THEIR FANBASE! TEE K.O. 2 FUCKING HATES EEEEVVVERY BODY EQUALLY!!!!! THE SAID FUCK THE ONES WHO FEEL ALIENATED BY FACES THAT THEY DON’T RECONGIZE AND FUCK THE FANS WHO ACTUALLY LIKE TEE K.O!!!

I have never seen a sequel spit in the legacy of their own game’s face SO FUCKING HARD BEFORE! They took the idea for Tee K.O. 2 for an idea i was hesitant, but open for, to Jackbox Games WORST FUCKING ABOMINATION TO DATE!!!

There’s no fucking care or passion in this: IT’S AN ACTUAL FUCKING BILLBOARD MADE TO MAKE YOU GIVE THEM ALL OF YOUR MONEY! This sequel doesn’t care about you enough to give you actual quality: they know that you’re going to eat up whatever horse shit they serve you and that they don’t need to try to make you buy it because THEY KNOW you worship the ground they walk on and will consume ANYTHING!

The question is no longer “Why are excited for it?” but “HOW are you excited for it?”.  HOW could you be excited for a sequel that clearly doesn’t respect it’s own franchise or you as a person and respects the money in your wallet a THOUSAND TIMES MORE???!?!?!?!

I’ve lost ALL respect i ever fucking had for this company, because why should i respect a company that doesn’t respect the people keeping it alive?!?!?

LISTEN TO ME: THEY DON’T FUCKING CARE. This isn’t a theory, this isn’t bad faith: it’s a fucking FACT! 

BECAUSE NO COMPANY THAT RESPECTS IT’S PLAYERS WOULD FUCKING DO SUCH A FUCKING DISGRACE!!! 

“The characters you fell in love with are fucking dead, fuck you, they didn’t make money so we shot them outback, empty your wallets on our billboard and make sure to shit on the Tourment Master’s grave while you leave!” That’s all i fucking hear: their fucking god awful attempts at capitalism!!

THIS SEQUEL WORST THAN WORTHLESS: IT’S A FUCKING AFRONT TO GOD ON ALL ANGLES!!!!!!

It doesn’t care to properly adapt their characters and respect their source material.

It doesn’t care to properly respect the original game’s legacy.

It doesn’t care to make anything look good except for the fucking wining and losing animations which are ruined by the god awful character design adaptions.

It doesn’t care about their casual player base feeling alienated with unfamiliar characters.

It doesn’t care about their super fans feeling insulted that their beloved characters got fucking killed off.

IT DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING MORE THAN MAKING A QUICK BUCK!!!

ON IT’S FUCKING 10 YEAR CELEBRATION!!!!!!!!!!

How the fuck can you feel excited for a sequel that treats you this TERRIBLY?!?!? Don’t you have fucking self-respect?!?! You can like it, i don’t care if you manage to like this atrocity, but HOW?!?!?

How aren’t you seething with rage at this thing’s sheer existence?!?! If it was any other game franchise: this shit would’ve been torn to fucking smithereens AND YOU’RE FINE WITH THIS?!?! YOU WANT THIS ATROCITY TO COME OUT?!?!?! FOR WHAT??? FUCKING HOODIES?!?!?!?!?!

Y’know what, i’m done, i’m fucking done, fuck this sequel, i don’t care, it’s shit, it’s just shit. I don’t care if the gameplay would blow my tits clean off: i’m done giving this billboard it’s fucking chances. It’s shit, and it will always be shit. Comparing it to shit is frankly an insult to shit! The bar isn’t even lowering anymore: it hit bedrock and now it’s falling into the void indefinitely! Every bad game is going to look like a masterpiece to me now, because hey: it’s not fucking Tee K.O. 2!!!!

I’d be surprised if this pack even MANAGES to get even a 5/10 in reviews! Why don’t we all stop hating on Word Spud and start directing that anger at the infinitely more deserving Tee K.O. 2? Because it’s a fucking sham that deserves every last bit of fucking hate it’ll ever get! If nobody else is going to hate it: i’ll hate it on the par of EVERYBODY!!! Like i’m genuinely thinking that they should FIRE the people who came up with this idea. I don’t want people’s livelihoods to get fucked, but you probably don’t want the company you’re working for’s livelihoods to get fucked either, so i say go for it! They’ve proven that they can tarnish a somewhat promising sequel in record time!

JACKBOX GAMES SHOULD NOT BE TOLD THAT WE’RE OKAY WITH BEING TREATED LIKE THIS!! WE DESERVE SOME BASIC FUCKING RESPECT!!!!!

But if you genuinely really want to get The Jackbox Party Pack 10, don't buy it: PIRATE IT. The only way to get a company blinded by money is by hitting them in the wallet where it hurts! Make Pack 10 BOMB! Yeah, i'm fucking saying it: don't let them treat you like garbage! When they get too big to fail: nothing will sway them, knock them down a few pegs while you still can and reteach them their lost humility.

Maybe that'll screw it into their thick skulls that people don't want to give money when they're treated like kicked babies who don't know any better! Maybe it'll even knock some sense into them and they'll actually decide to take a break to make the next pack a pack people WANT to buy for the quality again so they get back their losses.

This didn't happen overnight: this has been building up for several packs now! It WAS going to boil over into a fucking commercialist nightmare! Why do you think they where pushing M. Bubbles so hard on unnecessary merchandizing and cameos or calling Sexy Owl "Drawful owl" and phasing out their bra?

I’m off my soapbox now, sorry OP for screaming in your reblogs this loudly. None of this is directed towards you: you’re probably a lovely person! Don’t feel like you’re being personally attacked, this is exclusively targeting Tee K.O. 2 and how shit it is. I hope you have a lovely day OP, platonic hugs and kisses!

THE DARK JACKBOX LORE OF THE DAY

As shown in RubberRoss's preview video of TeeK.O. 2, the TeeK.O. 1 cast is fucking dead. Their ghosts appear in the Round 1 and 2 transitional screens.

That is all, have a good day.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Deadly Envy

Word Count: 1.8k Description: Perhaps directing insults directly to the Avatar of Envy's face is a mistake -- or, Leviathan reminds some demons of their place. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to continuing this, so here's Leviathan! Apologies for the delay, hope this is okay;; Note: Vepar is a demon associated with the sea and is one of the 72 demons that Solomon has a pact with, mentioned in the Ars Goetia. They were often depicted as a merman. Lassal is a minor demon named in the Liber de Angelis and is associated with the moon. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, brute force violence, mild gore, use of hallucinogens

The Avatar of Envy was not one to find comfort in being alone with his thoughts, but there were times where he would wander to a certain cove by the oceanside, a place just for him where he found a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The taste of salt in the air, the gentle spray of ocean mist, the sound of the waves crashing into the surrounding rocks -- yes, this was another home for him, one he dearly missed.

Leviathan closed his eyes, basking in the light of the Devildom moon as he debated going into the water tonight. It would be nice to go for a swim, but he was also itching to get back home and watch the latest episode of the anime he had recently gotten into.

“Well, well, who do we have here?”

Leviathan’s eyes snapped open, his body tense as he recognized the voice of the demon who unceremoniously interrupted him.

“Vepar,” the name left the sea serpent’s lips in a near hiss. “What are you doing here?”

“Why, enjoying the view this fine evening. I assume you’re doing the same? What a surprise, to see you actually outside! I thought you loved the computer screen more these days.” They laughed, a ripple of malice present in what should have been a joyous sound.

Of all demons, why did it have to be Vepar that had found his sanctuary? Every time Leviathan looked at them, or thought about them, envy bubbled in his chest and filled every fiber of his being.

Vepar had been one of the angels who fell alongside the brothers in the Great Celestial War - one of the few survivors outside of his family - and had been a rather high-ranking officer in the army at the time. After becoming a demon, they managed to become a Captain in Hell’s Royal Navy, following Leviathan as his subordinate. Or, that’s how it would have appeared, if it wasn’t for the fact that Vepar had seemingly lost all respect for their superior.

Their relationship was practically non-existent these days, as the Royal Navy hadn’t been active in centuries. They were never terribly close to begin with, but a great chasm seemed to have opened up between them as the years passed and Leviathan watched Vepar be so … successful.

How was it that this demon who ranked beneath him had managed to climb up so much higher in the social sphere? In true normie fashion, they had no issue conversing with strangers and seemed to make friends wherever they went. They were smooth with their words, charming with their smile, and always knew the right thing to say.

Except when it came to Leviathan.

“What’s with that look? I was just speaking the truth, wasn’t I?” Vepar grins, their mockery obvious. They brush a long lock of hair from their face before looking over their shoulder. “Oh, Lassal, look who I found!” They call out behind them, and soon another demon appears from the dark, his wispy white hair reflecting the moonlight. He was one of the lesser demons who seemed to cling to Vepar whenever they were together.

“Ah, Lord Leviathan..!” Lassal starts a bit nervously, unsure how to act in this situation. After all, he often joined in on the endless ribbing of the Avatar of Envy. The Greater Demon was never around to hear it, so what was the harm? “It’s, uh, nice to see you.”

“I was just telling him how strange it was to see him here. After all, I don’t think there’s a video game store anywhere near this area.” Vepar continues, the deriding smile still on his face. “Such a rare sighting of the ever-elusive demon. And all alone, too … but, I suppose it’s true that you don’t have any friends.”

Leviathan glares at the long-haired demon, his hands now curled into fists as they continue their jabs. Has he really become such a joke? Of course, a worthless otaku like me doesn’t deserve any respect, he thinks, They only care about my position when they have to…

“I would offer you to join us, but… hmm, you’d honestly just kill the mood.” Vepar shrugs, turning to Lassal, and attempts to get him to join in. “Isn’t that right? I mean, we all know how pathetic he is!”

The jealous thoughts continue to invade his mind. They only care because of my brothers. I’m obviously the weakest link, huh? Even Solomon liked Vepar enough to make a pact with them … they might be even better friends than we are …

“R-right!” Lassal easily bends to the other demon’s will. “Sorry, Leviathan, but you’re not really fun to have around.”

And then they feel comfortable enough to talk like this to me, to my face?! They have all the qualities I lack, everything is so much easier for them, and I’m just a laughing stock who only deserves mockery, huh? Is that it..?

“Oh, so polite. Come now, weren’t we talking earlier of how sad of a demon he is?”

“Yeah,” All nervousness is gone from Lassal, a rather smug expression taking over his features instead. “It’s hard to believe that he’s one of the demons ruling over us...it’s funny because even he knows how depressing he is, isn’t that right?”

They really think they’re so much better than me?!

“And to think, he’s Grand Admiral -- ”

“SHUT UP!” Leviathan finally speaks, his envy burning hot and turning into rage as he lunges at Vepar, his claws digging into their throat. “You actually think you can just talk to me like that?” His eyes shift, turning more snake-like while ink spreads through his sclera. His horns grow larger, his tail longer, and his teeth look a bit too sharp when he growls at them. “May I remind you that YOU serve under ME?”

A gargled choke manages to leave the caught demon’s mouth, their eyes wide in surprise. Lassal, who let out a squeak of terror when the third-born attacked, was trying to scurry away from the scene -- only to be caught by Leviathan’s tail in a tight grip.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The sea serpent shot a deadly glare at the lower-level demon, hoisting him up into the air to dangle upside-down. Leviathan turns his attention back to the other demon, trying to stop himself from ripping their head off right then and there.

“I might not be the most sociable guy, or the most popular, or the coolest, or … whatever! But if you really think you can just talk shit to my face and get away with it, you’ve got another thing coming.” His forked tongue slips through his lips with a menacing hiss. “It seems you both need a reminder that I’m the Third Demon Lord, your superior, your Greater, your ruler.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Vepar manages to get out, their previous haughty air vanishing as dread sunk in, a heaviness sinking into their bones. “I--”

“Oh, save your fucking apologies, Vepar!” Leviathan spits at their face. “If it wasn’t for your little pact with Solomon, I would kill you this instant.” He momentarily digs his claws further into their skin. “Your little friend, on the other hand…”

Lassal whimpers, trying to shake his head furiously. “P-please Lord Leviathan! I-I only said such things b-because Vepar made me! They -- “ His words are cut off with a choke as the Avatar’s tail tightens around their neck as Leviathan brings him close to his own face.

“Wow, throwing them under the bus? I guess I can’t expect anything more from the likes of you.” Leviathan sneers, the claws of his free hand going to drag down along Lassal’s face, venom leaving their tips and entering his bloodstream. With a flick of his tail he slams Lassal into the ground head-first, the jagged rock they were upon cracking slightly from the force. “If you thought I was going to go cry in my room because of your taunting, you were sadly mistaken.”

Lassal’s skull was fractured, blood dripping from the head wound caused by impact. If he was trying to say anything more, it came out in incoherent words and sounds, which soon turned into struggling screams. The venom that now coursed through his veins had a hallucinogenic quality that made the victim feel as if they were drowning, and it seemed to be working rather well. Leviathan thrashed him about again, making sure to smash his skull against the rock over and over and over and over and --

“Leviathan, stop! He’s dead!” Vepar screams, managing to get some more words out as the grip on their throat had slightly loosened while the Avatar was preoccupied with the other demon. Leviathan makes sure to deliver one more whack for good measure before dropping Lassal to the ground, his head smashed to bits and nothing more than a messy pile of bone, blood, and flesh.

“So he is.” His voice is cold, distant. His orange-purple eyes are glowing as he turns his attention back to the still living demon. “Now, as for you, Vepar… what was it that you wanted to say earlier? Something about how you couldn’t believe I could still be called the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?”

“I-I didn’t say that, I just … look, I’m sorry, okay? You just a-appeared to have become so weak, you -- “

“...became an easy target?” Leviathan finishes their thought. “Well, let this be a lesson, Vepar. Think you’re better than me all you want, think you have so much more than I do, but at the end of the day…” He drags his claws down Vepar’s chest, sharp points sinking into their flesh and creating several large gashes that spurt dark ichor. They bite their lip in an attempt to hold back their cries of pain, tears streaming down their cheeks. “...I am at the top. I have more power than you do, and I will make sure that your existence will be a miserable one if you dare challenge me again.”

Mumbled words left Vepar’s lips, soon followed by a sharp cry when Leviathan sank his claws into their torso once more.

“What was that?”

“Y-yes Grand Admiral, sir. N-never again, sir!” The words tumbled out without a second thought, the demon trying not to let his body tremble too much from the mix of fear and pain.

“Good.” Leviathan retracts his claws and lets Vepar slump to the ground to their knees, his cold gaze lingering on them for a moment before looking over to the mangled corpse of Lassal. Turning away from the scene, Leviathan begins to walk away, raising a hand in the air.

“Clean that mess up.” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to fix the fellow sea demon a menacing glare. “And that’s an order.”

[wornoutmouse]

Cow Endeavor

Don't ask no questions you don't want answered. Either way, i have no answers for you. I cried while writing this

Praise kink, male lactation (🙃 say something i dare you) farm au, y'all know i love my breeding kink.

You were a simple farm hand. Every morning you'd wake up, feed the animals, and water the crops. It was your job to make sure everything was in order and working properly. In the essence of things working properly, that meant you had to take care of the farm's prized cow, Enji.

You weren't sure how or when he got here, he had just always been there. What you do know was that his performance in producing milk was so great that he had become the pinnacle for your farm, a mascot even. A cow that could make milk without even needing to be bred.

So it's understandable the panic everyone went into when their prized cow stopped producing his prized milk. "I just don't understand, he just had a calf but there's not even milk for hj., we had to result to bottle feeding!"

You pat Keigo's back reassuringly, "It's going to be okay, have you ever considered that maybe he's just too old now?" Takami's face paled, "You're right, what if our poor Endeavor has run his course?!" He then grips the front of your overalls and gazes you with a look that pierces your soul.

"You have to fix this, if they find out he's no longer making milk, you know what they'll do to him!" You nodded, retirement for farm animals was never fun, they'd either try to force his glands to make milk with dangerous chemically induced hormones, or it would be off to the chopping block.

So now, standing in front of Enji's stall, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Though his primary caretaker, you had never seen Enji in person so this would be either overwhelming or underwhelming.

Opening the swinging doors, you stand amazed. It may be called a stall but it was nothing less than a renovated room. There was, of course, a wooden trough where his hay and water was, but there was also a nice bed for him and even a damn vanity with a 6ft tall mirror.

"Are you the butcher?" You jump and swivel your head around. There standing at a whopping 6,11, was the prized Enji.

His blue eyes were cold as they glared down at you, and if you hadn't seen his massive pecs, you would have confused him for a bull.

"Uh, no I'm not. I guess you could say I'm going to be your doctor today." Enji rolled his eyes and walked past you. He sits on his bed and for a moment, you saw a look of sadness etched in his scared face. A reminder of a past problem.

"Look I'd recommend you replace me with Touya, he can't do it as often but the quality in milk is just as good. I only ask that you allow little Shouto to sleep with him here, he gets terrible nightmares when he's alone."

You cursed your bleeding heart as you were two sentences from crying. Shouto was his most recent calf,, not even old enough to graze, yet he was far away from his mother where he should be, sucking and carefree.

"Well I hope it doesn't come to that, can you get comfortable?"

Enji lays on his back, sinking into the soft bed below him. You step out the stall and grab your bag of tools. You walk up to Enji and feel your face warm as he looks back at you. His face remained stoic as he watched your hands maneuver the bag clamps.

You let out a loud shriek as a warm hand envelopes your left breast. "If you were a cow, I'm sure you'd make excellent milk." You laugh awkwardly before breaking into a coughing fit as Enji releases you.

"Thanks, could you remove your top for me?" Enji sits up and does as you ask and you balk at how much bigger his chests were when released. "Mommy milkers." You whisper to yourself, catching Enji's attention. "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" You put your stethoscope in your ears, and hold the circle piece to his chest, uttering small apologies when he hisses at the cool temperature. You do the normal required check up before moving to the current task at hand.

You start to put on your latex gloves but it's stopped by Enji shading his head. "I don't like the way they feel." So with your bare hands, you examine his chest.

First you massage the skin around his nipple to try to coax some milk out. With no luck, you decide to pay attention to the actual nipples balancing from prodding to pinching them. "Normally when things like this happen it means that something could be blocking the exit." Enji huffed, "Why won't you people accept that I'm just old?!"

You ignore him and continue. You feel around the swell of his breasts and push inwards with two fingers. At that, you faintly catch the sight of his pink buds being coated with clear shiny liquid. Enji's face warmed at the feeling of it dripping down the valley of his chest.

"See, what did I tell you!? It just needed a little coaxing!" You press and prod more trying to coax a consistently white spurt of milk but soon run dry. Enji's face was completely red and sweat had accumulated on his brow. He was internally thankful for the pants he requested as an embarrassingly large bulge was present just below the fabric.

"S-See all that was just a shadow of what I once was." You flick his nip and shake your head, promptly missing how his eyes gently rolled back at the feeling. "Calm down edge lord. I think you need a constant force, I'm going to go get Shouta and see if he can suck more out and hopefully shift whatever is blocking."

You stand up and give Enji a reassuring smile. Rising into a panic, Enji grabbed your forearm, "Don't bring him!" You pout your lips, "Well who do you want me to bring?"

Enji grits his teeth, he didn't want any of his calves to see him in such a state, but he knew this was an opportunity for him to stay at the farm a little while longer. Gently, you feel yourself being tugged.

You trip over yourself, slightly leaning over Enji which gave him the perfect opportunity to cradle the back of your head. He says nothing as he holds you closer, and it wasn't until you saw his flushed face, that you realised what he wanted.

"E-Enji, I don't think this is appropriate I-" Enji wastes no time before pressing his hardened nipple into your partially open mouth. Your protest is muffled as he pressed your face closer. His eyes closed tightly as your warm breath fans over his cool skin.

Soon you realise that you were not going to be let go anytime soon. You reposition yourself the best he would allow you before closing your eyes as well, and sucking gently. Enji lets out a sigh that reverberated down his body.

You let out a muffled exclamation as you feel a warm liquid

flow into your mouth. It was thicker than the clear liquid you saw before, bittersweet and addicting without any additives. It was easy to see how Enji had become the prized cow.

Enji's grip slackened when he felt you relax against him, but you barely noticed as you became enraptured in the taste of his milk. In a strange way, suckling from him felt almost intimate in a maternal way.

Despite your innocent feelings, Enji found himself becoming aroused at the sight of you enjoying him. In all his years of work, he had never seen someone, besides his calves, drink his product.

"D-Do you like it?" You hum around him and he had to clench his teeth so he wouldn't release any sounds. You find yourself getting pliant in his arms, becoming more focused on getting more of the psweet liquid.

You soothingly lave your tongue around his nipple and Enji can't help but let out a small moan. His dick was painfully hard in his cotton pants and there was only so much he could take.

You remove yourself from him with a wet pop, before applying a kiss to his swollen bud. Rather high off happy chemicals, you stand shakily to your feet. Enji had drool and small dribbles of milk spurting from the unattended side of his chest. "You were so good for me Enji. I'm sure this will get you up and running in no time!"

With that, you utter a quick "thank you" and walk away, missing the large splotch of cum leaking from the fabric crotch of Enji's pants.

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It was 3 weeks before you saw Enji again. And you don't deny that you were avoiding him. What you did was beyond inappropriate and uncalled for. You should have pulled away and called for one of his calves.

But avoiding your job is just as easy as it sounds.

"Hey y/n, Enji thinks he's running dry again. Even though there seems to be nothing wrong when the machine mills him, I think you should go check and make sure." You stiffen and shovel a mouthful of lettuce into your mouth.

"If there's nothing wrong, I have no reason to go. Besides why can't you do it." Keigo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "He requested you specifically." You feel your chest flutter with an unknown emotion and you quickly finish your lunch to avoid any conversation.

You enter Enji's stall the next day and watch silently as he immediately removes his shirt. Ever since your first meeting, his chests had doubled in size since the milk had finally been allowed to move freely. The sight of them excited you, and you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

You sit in a small chair next to Enji's bed and examine his swollen breasts. Even the slightest touch caused milk to spill forth and it became hard to ignore. "You're not really starting to dry up are you?"

Enji sighs before sitting up. "Ever since that day I couldn't get you out of my head." You tilted your head confused as Enji cups his breasts before trailing his large hands down his stomach to his crotch before gripping his obvious manhood.

"Enji this is going beyond inappropriate." The large man made a sound that was a cross between a desperate whine and a grunt similar to that of a bull. "Don't deny that you like it too, I saw the look on your face." You lowered your head unable to look at his eyes.

Thoughts mulled over in your head about what type of punishment you could receive from possibly contaminating merchandise. Would the milk be different? People have been sending letters about how much sweeter Enji's milk has gotten.

Ah, but the thought of Enji's sweet sustenance on your tongue made your mouth water. Enji hid a small smirk as he saw you finally make up your mind. He had missed you since your last encounter, he spent nights thinking of you as his tits swelled with milk.

You untie your work apron and toss it on the stool before straddling Enji's thick legs. In the back of your mind, the logistics of his height and weight made your shiver at the thought of his cock.

Enji brings you in for a kiss and the rather off putting taste of oats and spring grass floods your senses as your tongues intertwine. You use your hands to massage his breasts and feel your front become warm as you subsequently squeeze out some of his milk.

You place hurried kisses along his jaw as you make your way to the true treasure. The sweet taste of his milk overrides your morning meal and you are baffled by how different it was from last time.

Enji, no longer feeling shy, let out a groan as he holds your head close to him. His free hand pulls his leaking cock out and strokes it in time with your rough tongue as you press it against his sensitive bud.

"Harder my little flower." You sigh with contentment at the nickname and do as ordered. You feel Enji flex below you and you take pride in it.

You scoot your lower body closer to his groin and rock your hips against him. The feeling of your denim pants against his throbbing cock was almost too much yet too little.

"Please, let me be inside you." You raise your head to look at him and Enji almost coos at the milky dribble rolling out the corner of your mouth. You were such a small thing, needed to be fed, needed to be protected and most importantly, needed to be bred.

Dazed, you shimmy off your pants and underwear and grind your hips. "B-Be gentle okay?" You were trembling on top of him and it was absolutely adorable. "Of course my flower."

In the corridor Keigo was making his way towards Enji's stall. It had been beyond the recommended time for an examination so he was coming to see what was taking you so long.

As he comes upon the door, the sound of whining fills his ears. "Just a little bit longer, flower." His eyes widen and he takes four steps away from the stall door. "You sly fox y/n fraternizing with the produce." Keigo shakes his head in disapproval before shrugging with a small grin.

"None of my business."

The feeling of fullness was strange and uncomfortable. Enji was not long whatsoever, that was another characteristic that set him apart from the bulls. But he was thick to the point where you knew you'd have to work extra hard to accommodate him.

"You're doing so well for me flower." You rub your face against his bosom and resume drinking from him. The taste of his milk was therapeutic and before you knew it, he was thrusting fluidly inside of you.

The thickness of his shaft rubbed just right against your g-spot. The feeling of your soft lips alternating between each nipple, made Enji speed up his menstruations for he could no longer contain his pleasure.

He was sad that he couldn't bring you to completion as well but that can always be saved for next time. The feeling of his semen filling you felt just as amazing as the milk flooding your mouth and you clenched tightly around him.

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"It's not funny Keigo!" "Really? I think it's hilarious." You groan as you cradle your slightly protruding belly. You should have seen it coming, and subconsciously, you weren't surprised to see two pink lines on the pregnancy test that you took 4 months ago.

Now at 7 months and obviously showing, Keigo took the opportunity to bring up the fact that he was there when your new child was consummated therefore reserved the right to be it's godfather.

Telling Enji the news went scarily smooth as the cow bastard only replied with, "Of course you are pregnant, I'm the sire." Followed by him asking to try your milk as well, so he could critique. All his calves, now yearlings, seemed to take the news just fine and only seemed excited to pick baby names.

"Look, all I'm saying is, don't come crying when little junior starts asking about the family business." You groan as the dirty blond man continues his jokes. A small content smile is present on your face.

[thecloserkin]

fic rec: Flying Weight by flesh

fandom: Superntural

pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

word count: 47k

Is it explicit: yes

Bottom line: the RoboSam AU that ruined me

Do you want to watch Dean Winchester in full-throttle self-destructive mode try to push Sam away for Sam’s own good? Do you want to watch Sam respond by clinging even tighter? Do you want to experience painnnnnn? Sister have I got the rec for you.

The thing about this fic is that unlike the show, the stakes here are very explicitly not “the world will end if we don’t do X.” The stakes are “do we give up on being a significant presence in each other’s lives.” And that is somehow worse. What does it say about Sam and Dean Winchester that the notion of going their separate ways and exchanging Christmas cards once a year is more unbearable than literally dying for each other?? I love these boys sfm but Zachariah was right, have you EVER seen a pair of more psychotically codependent motherfuckers.

This is a S6 AU and an amnesia fic. A re-souled Sam wakes to find that Dean, who’s been hunting with his soulless counterpart for 3 years, wants nothing to do with him. Sam persists until he pieces together why. I think it’s fair to say that the amnesia trope is generally powered by 1/2 of otp rediscovering why they fell in love with the other half. That is not what is happening here at all!! This is like, if the protagonist woke up from a coma and found his love interest had left him for someone else and wasn’t returning his calls and instead of idk, taking the hint like a normal person would, he decides to stalk his former love interest until he puts himself in so much danger that Love Interest is obliged to come rescue him. The overriding compulsion to find Dean, to stay with Dean whatever the cost, is terrible for Sam’s mental health but he never for a millisecond entertains the option of giving up. These boys don’t give up on each other.

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This fic is first of all a marvel of structural engineering. All the load-bearing parts are elegantly incorporated into the overall structure. When I was rereading this I got to the part in the beginning where Sam is combing through RoboSam’s storage unit for clues to “what happened during the three-year gap in my memory,” and he finds a book on falconry, and that one detail gave me the same spike of unease as if someone had walked over my grave. Because I knew what was coming. Then there are the rando hunters who kidnap Sam towards the beginning: they tie him up and taunt him about Dean, looks like that animal of yours has slipped his leash. I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out then, on the first go. The clues were laid out with exquisite care: RoboSam did not treat Dean well. RoboSam only fitfully treated Dean like a human being. Dw Dean extracts Sam from his kidnappers. And Dean riding to the rescue here neatly parallels a later climactic scene where Sam rescues Dean from these same hunter bros—who evidently have got nothing better to do than chase the Winchesters from one end of the damn country to the other—but the way Sam will rescue Dean is by feeding him his own blood. Oh, yes, Dean is a vampire now. Because RoboSam let him get turned (as in canon), and RoboSam declined to cure him (in a divergence from canon). RoboSam made the call that Dean as a vampire would be 1) a more effective hunter and 2) more tightly tethered to RoboSam (ie., Dean would fear losing control & drinking a clutch of innocents dry, so he’d rely on RoboSam to stop him). Fun fact: RoboSam never let Dean drink from him. It’s fucking poetic is what it is. It’s such a good fic.

The other fine quality that struck me about this fic is the cinematic sweep of certain scenes. The prose is mostly clear but unobtrusive so it gives your mind’s eye the space to zoom in and linger on certain objects. Like in the beginning Sam wakes up in Bobby’s panic room and he comes upstairs to find …no Dean but an empty whiskey glass sporting a lip stain. The glass is still warm. I am confident we in this fandom spend at least 30% of our time thinking about Dean Winchester’s lips—nice to know Sam’s rolling around in the gutter with us, is all. The whiskey glass will reappear at a crucial juncture later on, of course, because have I mentioned this fic is a MARVEL of structural engineering.

Here’s an early conversation between Sam and Bobby. Sam has just found out Dean’s a vampire:

”I need to find Dean," Sam says.

”Why?" says Bobby. "You gonna hunt him?"

It's not the brutality of Bobby's tone that stings Sam into silence. It's the fact he'd even ask Sam that. He's unsure, briefly, whether it's right or it's wrong that he never asked himself that.

”No," he says. "Of course not. He's my brother."

How Bobby must hate that phrase. He keeps on hearing it, because Sam and Dean keep on using it as justification for the stupidest, most selfish things. Sam hears how much Bobby's hates it in his whistled hiss of breath sucked in through gritted teeth.

”You know, I should'a had the guts and the sense to tell you boys this a long time ago. But I was a damn stupid coward and I kept on looking the other way. You and Dean are better off without each other. Whatever you think it is, love or loyalty or whatever, it's not. It's just plain wrong."

Bobby is asking, not unreasonably imo, if vampire!Dean should be considered a hunter or a monster. Not just because of what he is but what he’s done: Dean has spent the past 3 years pissing off a looooooot of people (some of whom recently got the jump on Sam and held him at gunpoint). Yet “he’s my brother” is as always Sam’s only answer. There is NO SCENARIO in which Sam can envision himself playing for the opposite team as Dean. Bobby’s maybe trying to plant the suggestion that Dean might be beyond saving, but quickly gives up and pivots to “you can both go to hell in the same handbasket, I wash my hands of the affair.” Lol fair enough. Bobby’s not an eejit, he uses the word wrong to describe the Winchesters’ bond and the insane thing is that the incest isn’t even the wrongest thing about it!!!

Here’s the scene where Sam finds out Dean and RoboSam fucked on the regular:

”You had sex with me?" Sam demands. Saying it out loud makes his cheeks burn red.

”No," Dean says. He's so adamant. He shakes his head at Sam, fingers splayed in front of himself to keep the mere suggestion of it at bay before it can get its dirt on him. "I know you, and I know not you, and that was not you. It looked like you, but it was not you-"

”It was me, it was my body!" Sam shouts. The words come out frothy with rage, but they're hard too, like he's spitting up stones. His face feels wrongly stretched, pulled out of shape.

Dean shuts down. Sam sees it in every inflection of his body language: face, stance, gaze. His mouth flickers, and Sam wonders if he's feeling those teeth pressing at his gums, ready to descend, hollow and hungry.

”They said it was all of you that was gonna come back. Which was basically nothing at all. It wasn't you."

He says it like certainty. Absolute, unshakeable truth. And maybe he's right. Sam wasn't there, Sam doesn't know. But it does nothing for Sam, because he's inherited this. His body played accomplice to his soulless self, and they messed everything up, and Dean let it happen. Dean took part in it.

He stabs a finger at Dean, and it wobbles dementedly in front of him. "You had no right," he says finally. The words are mangled and blunt-ended.

The line of Dean's jaw flexes, and Sam's savagely glad to see that weakening, just for its mayfly lifespan, before Dean is solid again. Dean nods to himself slightly, like he's thinking it over and finding no argument.

He shrugs a third time, final, letting Sam roll right off him. "That's why we can't hunt together anymore."

He's destroyed it. He fucked Sam and fucked up their lives and now Sam's left with fucking nothing. He's got nothing.

The takeaway here is: 1) If he doesn’t have Dean then Sam believes there is nothing else in the world that belongs to him, you hear that fam??? 2) Sam is hurt that Dean chose someone else over him. Dean’s never chosen anyone over Sam before, and now he’s gone and fucked RoboSam when he never expressed a single scintilla of desire for actual Sam, wtf??? 3) Dean thinks Sam’s repulsed by the sex, when in fact Sam is mad that Dean cheated on him (no, Sam and Dean weren’t together pre-Lucifer and the Cage, but you can cheat on someone emotionally). Way Dean sees it, he’s on trial as a criminal and he’s also the star witness for the prosecution. Dean brings out Exhibit A: Violated My Baby Brother, in a shameless gambit to get Sam to pronounce a guilty verdict, but Sam can’t even hear any of the evidence over the sound of “somebody is trying to sEpArAtE me from Dean”. “Somebody” in this case being Dean himself. Dean could be a convicted serial killer and Sam’s first move would be to find a way to join him in maximum security lockup.

It takes the remainder of the fic to resolve this initial misimpression: Dean thinks he’s so depraved that Sam can’t possibly want him anymore, and Sam thinks Dean prefers RoboSam over real Sam. Sounds absurdly simple when I put it in those terms right? Sounds like the plot of many a romance novel. Here’s Sam musing on it:

He’s Dean's ex-boyfriend. The way Dean talks about him it's clear he's on Dean's mind a lot, to be spoken of fondly and silently missed, remembered in every minute detail. And Sam can't compete with a guy who has such inhuman superiorities that he doesn't need to eat or sleep. Sam can't compete with a guy who got to Dean in a way that Sam's soul just won't let him … It was goodbye Dean had been saying at Bobby's, not hello, not welcome back.

I want to reach through the screen and shake some sense into this child so badly. HOW DOES HE NOT SEE that Dean stuffed Sam’s soul back into his body in the CERTAIN KNOWLEDGE that re-soulled!Sam wouldn’t want anything to do with vampire!Dean? And yet Dean did it anyway, because when you love someone you want the best for them even when their best life doesn’t have space for you in it.

This fic does a lot with Sam’s issues around bodily autonomy, which is a hobbyhorse of mine and a subject I find endlessly fascinating. It does a lot with the way violence gets your blood pumping just as much as arousal does—how for Sam and Dean the violence and the arousal may in fact be difficult to disambiguate. In the course of this fic Sam watches Dean hustle pool, drink human blood, fuck a one-night-stand…all while Sam looks on. In all these scenes Dean is putting on a show for Sam and there’s nothing hotter than that. Sam’s neuroses around bodily autonomy are so deep-seated that while he is watching Dean and some other guy get it on, he refuses to touch his own throbbing dick because he’s trying to prove something (that he’s not RoboSam? that he can treat Dean better than RoboSam?). Of course it’s for nought because Dean, being a vampire, can hear Sam’s arousal in his elevated heartbeat. Christ, what a scene.

This is Dean apologizing for not being good enough for Sam:

”I’m sorry this is what you came back to." He looks Sam in the eye as he says it. "I am, I'm sorry."

And:

“I get that it might all seem pretty nasty to you, but you know what? It worked for us. He didn't expect me to be any better than I am. We were as bad as each other. "

Jfc the volume of toxicity that circulates in this man’s body!! It’s a wonder his organs are intact. Dean hates himself, and he thinks Sammy deserves the world, ergo Sam must divest himself of Dean. The conclusion follows, ironclad, from the premises.

Sam is not leaving without a fight:

Sam isn't sure how Dean expects that to work. It's never worked before. Not Stanford, not the apocalypse, not either one of them dying. They run in orbits that always come back together, like planets moving on ancient stellar math.

And:

His mind's still back at the Impala, still thinking about how it's supposed to go: Dean standing quiet by his side while Sam chooses the dowry of guns he wants to carry away with him.

The thing that hits me hardest about this fic is that noted smartmouth Dean Winchester cracks a bevy of jokes, but in 50k words not one of them lands: Not for Sam, not for the reader. The RoboSam interlude has stolen that ease from the brothers, and now they’re weird around each other and on edge all the time and it’s a goddamn crime.

Ok real quick this is my favorite scene, Sam goes rooting around Dean’s duffel for a razor and discovers ….a muzzle:

”You weren't here. You won't understand, and I'm not interested in trying to make you." He cants his head briefly towards the duffel, more particularly to what's inside it. "You stay the hell out of my stuff. You stop trying to involve yourself in something that's got nothing to do with you."

It has everything to do with Sam. It's Sam's body, and what it did to Dean, and what Dean let Sam's body do to him. And it's Dean, which means that if only because of that, Sam would be involved.

Surprisingly shaky on his legs, Sam gets to his feet. His gaze won't rise any higher than Dean's knees.

”Muzzles are for animals and monsters," he says in a controlled voice. "He shouldn't have been –" He wets his lips and forces the next word out, "fucking you if he thought of you as either.”

Whaaaaat the actual fuck!!!! Sam defending Dean against an abusive ex is everything. Also, did you notice how when Dean said “it’s none of your business” Sam doesn’t counter “it was my body—of course it’s my business,” he counters with the more primal assertion that everything that affects Dean is, ipso facto, Sam’s business.

[melo-yello]

✨Self-Care Day✨w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku HeadCanons💥🪨

Off Day

💥🪨 You’re hanging upside down on the couch in your shared apartment with a boyfriend on either side of you. Kiri’s hand in yours while Baku’s had one hand on your thigh and the other scrolling on his phone as some cartoon drones on the tv

💥🪨 This is not how you envisioned your first free weekend into the last two weeks going



💥🪨 You sigh loudly before poking out your bottom lip “Suki? Eiji? I’m bored.” you pout dramatically as you throw a hand onto your forehead before you continue “Can we do a self-care day?”

💥🪨 Baku just grunts in affirmation as he stretches before standing. Kiri just smiles “Of course, Pebble. Whatever you want.”

💥🪨 You pop up pecking both guys on the cheek as you bounce off to the kitchen with Kiri’s hand still in yours “Thanks you two are the best!I’ll make tea!!!”

💥🪨 “And don’t you forget it!” Bakugou smiles popping your soft ass as he follows behind most likely to micromanage

💥🪨 You three chat about your week not having much time outside of courses to really talk. Between studying, training, and hero work you guys just didn’t have a lot going of free time.

💥🪨Per usual you and Kiri really carry the conversation Baku only chiming in ever so often to offer up things that he hates

💥🪨 You pop up remembering one of for favorite parts of a good ole fashioned treat yo self day. The cute headbands for you and Kiri to push your hair out of your faces. You return with a pink bunny one, a brown Teddy Bear one, and a plain black headband. Baku takes the black and Kiri takes the bunny.

💥🪨 “How do I look, Peb?” Kiri smirks flexing to show his broad ass built ass frame after putting on his bunny headband. “Ridiculous.” “-ly Hawt!” You laugh correcting Baku

💥🪨 You film in absolute awe as your Manly bf’s pierce Suki’s ear with ease after the off handed joke you made sipping tea. Cue Baku voguing it up with pride and a freshly pierced ear. Bakugou is slightly leaner and a couple inches shorter but just as toned

💥🪨 “Suki, Eiji, you are too manly!” You hype your man up as you post the video to your IG story

💥🪨 It’s your turn now!! Kiri easily pierces your ears with a red stud in your right and an orange in your left. Adding a second set of holes right above your first ones

💥🪨 Next comes high quality and novelty animal face masks Bakugou buys online to compliment his vigorous skin care routine. It rivals half of the YouTube Beauty community’s

💥🪨 Niether of you have any idea of where he buys them or where he hides them for that matter. He stores them away so you guys can’t steal them when he’s not around. Bakugou allows you and Kiri to use his masks on special occasions tho

💥🪨 “Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass.” He smirks handing you a frog and Kiri a tiger. Earning him a playful jab from you and “A Thanks, Babe.” from the red head

💥🪨 You suggest nail 💅🏾 polish next and Kiri is automatically on board. “Oooooo can you make them Red, Babygirl? Because they’d be so manly!” Kiri beams bouncing up and down. Baku will only allow his middle fingers painted. “I want white with bombs or just F U. Whichever is easier for you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou nods scrunching up his nose from behind his own red panda face mask.

💥🪨 Kirishima’s nails are a simple sparkly red that say 🤍BITE MANLY in white while Bakugou’s middle fingers are white with black bombs with an orange F U on each one respectively

💥🪨 After you peel off your masks, you and Kirishima squeal in nearly perfect sync “Oooooooooooo! Sooooo Soft! Aren’t we hawt, Bakubro! Seeeeeeeeeee!” Both of you placing his hand on your faces

💥🪨Bakugou will just roll his red eyes into the back of his head as you two wrap him in a tight embrace “I’ve told you idiots a thousand times the importance of regular skin care with quality products.” He shrugs nonchalantly even thought he loves when you two are touchie with him. He hates to admit it

💥🪨 As you begin to search you nail kit for your preferred color, Kiri grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek “Can we do yours, Pebble?” He pouts. Bakugou follows suit grabbing your other hand “Pretty please, Teddy?” He whines firmly pressing your hand to his heart.

💥🪨 You buckle so fast it’s not even funny. “Bbbbbbbut...😤😖😞fine.” You concede

💥🪨These two really know how to put on the charm. Especially if Bakugou Kasuki is calling you Teddy instead of Dumbass.

💥🪨 “Great! Y/n, pick out a show to watch before we start.” Baku barks handing you the remote. “Why?” You question snatching it and putting on Criminal Minds. Simply thrilled you were getting to pick (Typically there were mini competitions for such a privilege)

💥🪨 “You’re judging, Bighead. You can’t look til we’re done.” Kiri hums thoughtfully trying to pick a good color combination. Baku already had his colors hidden in his lap before scouting so his hip was against yours sure to obscure your view of your own hand from you.

💥🪨 “Yea, no bias. When I win it’ll because I’m the best! Isn’t that right, Shitty Hair!” The ash blonde smiles cockily at the red head across from him. “In your fucking dreams, Spark plug!” Kiri spits backs just taking all the colors and copying Bakugou’s positioning

💥🪨 “If either of you fuckers, get those polishes on my favorite jeans there’ll be hell to pay.” You warn with a sinister tone to rival even Katsuki’s and the widest smile. The boys shiver at the seriousness behind your smile. Your threat is far from empty

💥🪨 You pretty much figured your nails would probably look terrible with each of your vividly different boyfriends competing with each other. “What do you, dorks, even get for winning?” You muse leaning into Kiri’s broad ass shoulder

💥🪨 “The next date plans and solo cuddles with Teddy Bear for the rest of the night seems fair to me. Huh, Eijirou?” Baku looks up from his work with a self assured grin blowing one of your nails. Vermilion irises float from you to Kiri.

💥🪨 Knowing damn well niether of them could keep you their hands off you. “Deal.” Kiri nods without giving Baku the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

💥🪨 “Oh and I get shitly painted nails.” You sigh rolling your eyes. You’d be lying if you didn’t find it kinda hawt when they got like this

💥🪨 “There.” Halfway through the 2nd episode Kiri says and finally caps his last polish. Blowing gently across the surface of your nails.

💥🪨 By this time Baku has placed your arm on his lower back and his head in your lap. A firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t checkout his work until Kiri finished. Your fingers make light circles there despite being held hostage. “Bout time, slow poke.” Baku huffs releasing your arm as you brought both hands side by side.

💥🪨 They had somehow managed to pick colors that didn’t totally clash. Kiri’s hand were mix match rose gold and pink with the teeniest (not to mention even) little white hearts in the middle of each nail.

💥🪨 Baku’s hand was very simple and clean. Black French tips with one red to orange nail with a black X on top as an accent.

💥🪨 You weren’t expecting anything this good. You could barely speak. You hadn’t been this lost for words since they had asked you out. You sniffle a lil bit. Your eyes glass up a little too.

💥🪨 God your partners are so great sometimes. The fact that they genuinely gave a fuck still manages to catch you off guard at times. After so many terrible relationships, effort, in and of itself, is kinda baffling

💥🪨 “Damn Pebs, it’s not that bad if you squint.” Kiri laughs nervously squeezing your shoulders. “Woah there, Teddy Bear, I’ll get the remover.” Baku stands ruffling your curls before you grab his wrist stopping him in his tracks.

💥🪨 “Suki. Eiji. Don’t be mad but I can’t pick! You guys both did really good! Fuck! I couldn’t ask for better lovers. You assholes are so much better than I deserve!” You gush before hiding your face in your hands. A little ashamed you let your boyfriends doing something as simple as your nails make you emotional.

💥🪨 “But Baby you deserve the world.” Kirishima immediately scoops you into a bear hug as he stands spinning you with ease and peppering you in kisses. Kiri places you back down even more gently than picked you up

💥🪨 “Princess, you’re a bad bitch! Don’t you dare forget it!” The shorter ash blonde says unwaveringly lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. He softly bops your forehead before kissing it and both cheeks. He pulls you close right as he yanks you up to straddle his waist

💥🪨 “Eijirou, I think our Babygirl needs a reminder of who she is and who she’s with.” His already deep ruby eyes darken lustfully. With no hesitation Kiri is right behind you in seconds

💥🪨 “I know just thing to jog our Pebble’s memory, Katsuki.” He whispers licking the side of your neck just as moves to capture Katsuki’s lips with his own

💥🪨 “Promise?” You moan softly lacing fingers into Kiri’s loose kitchens and trailing a cool hand across Baku’s abdomen stopping only at his joggers waist band

💥🪨 With that the three head to the bed room for some much needed group physical therapy

[fernweh-writes]

I'm sorry this one might be a bit weird lol

Slashers with a s/o who loves fish like she has a ton of tanks at her house that she takes care of and sometimes could watch them swim for hours

You're writing is amazing! Thank you for always taking my request you do such a perfect job!

I love your requests and they are always very welcome. Also I love fishies and I’m a huge animal person so this is right up my ally!

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Fish Keeper

Michael Myers

He would find about your fish keeping hobby whilst stalking you.

At first he thinks it’s weird in all honesty. Michael doesn’t understand why you have so many fish and would believe it was just a waste of time and money.

That is until he realizes that he’s gotten so lost in watching your fish swim around their tanks that he had lost track of you. He’s an expert stalker s he then realizes that maybe it ins’t dumb.

Then he begins questioning how you ever get anything done on time with so many mesmerizing fish just floating around.

Michael is also very curious and would enjoy you rambling on about your different fish. Would even listen to you talk about pH, salinity, all the aspects of the water as well. He just thinks it’s neat.

Bo Sinclair

Bo would tease you about having so many fish. “Are you trying to make friends out of fish since you can’t seem to befriend people?”

Pretends he wasn’t staring mindlessly at the fish swimming about anytime you catch him. If there’s a tank in the living room, although you probably convince him to have multiple, you can often find him staring at the fish rather than whatever is on TV.

You may also notice that Bo is a lot calmer, there isn’t as many angry outbursts from him as they used to be. Apparently fish can manage to calm down even the angriest person in Ambrose.

Tries to give the fish dumb names. It’s on the same level as his terrible dad jokes honestly. Don’t ask him his opinion because even if you give the fish a different name he is still going to call it by the name he came up with.

Vincent Sinclair

Unlike Bo, Vincent can come up with much better names. They’re all very artsy and sophisticated.

Vincent would also like if you set up a tank just for him. Like put all his favorite fishies in there. He’ll stare at it for hours and allows for him to just zone out. I think he would appreciate it very much.

Usually, taking care of the tanks is something you have to do all on your own since Vincent stays pretty busy. However, whenever he gets the chance he’s more than happy to help you out. Knows how heavy all those tanks can be and he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Finds your fish keeping hobby very cute. All your fishies are like your shared children. He makes sure to feed them whenever you’re not around. Would also replace a fish that has died before you notice if he can. However, he soon realizes you recognize your fish way better than he thought…

Brahms Heelshire

He doesn’t like animals and is very much against the fish at first. Brahms had planned on sitting and angrily staring at it until he ended up simply just staring at it. Wow, that fishy is indeed swimming.

Brahms eventually begins to want to feed the fish. He’s dramatic and would probably even add it to the daily schedule. May even feed the fish multiple times and just hope you don’t catch him.

He wouldn’t allow you to have to many tanks though. That would interfere with the amount of time you focus on him after all and he simply cannot have that.

Wants to name the fish and expects you to allow him to give it whatever dumb or dramatic name that he wants. Goes for some old fancy book inspired name. If the fish dies and you two get a new one it’s the same name just with the second, third, and so on added on to the end. You cannot change the name.

Billy Loomis

You’re obsessed with fish, he’s obsessed with murder, everyone has their fun little quirks right?

Thinks that your fish keeping hobby is kind of nerdy but still cute. He likes listening to you ramble about different kinds of fish and how to take care of them. Expects you to listen to him ramble about horror movies in return.

Horror inspired fish names? Absolutely! The crown tail beta? His name is Freddy. Goldfish? A classic, his name is Michael. Would probably even name one after himself.

Won’t help much with tank upkeep. But if he sees you struggling to lift something heavy obviously he has to use it as an opportunity to show off and swoops in to help. We get it Billy, you’re big and strong.

Stu Macher

Absolutely loves helping you with your fish keeping hobby! Especially loves helping you pick out fish. Oh, this one’s o expensive? No it’s not because he’s aging for it.

If he buys the fish he has come up with the rule that he gets to name it. This means you have a handful of rare and beautiful fish with dumb ass names.

Stu likes to just sit and watch the fish swim around with you. It gives him the perfect excuse to just cling to you while the two fo you do nothing and he enjoys it a lot.

You have more than one fish that he has started to call jr because they are his favorites so he claims them as his sons. He doesn’t care, to him all the fish are boys so.

Jesse Cromeans

Funds your fish keeping hobby and is more than okay with having tanks all over the house, whatever makes you happy. Besides, you spend more time in the house than him, you deserve something to keep you entertained.

Please talk to him about all of your different fish. He’s amazed by the fact you have so much mesmerized about all of these different fish and how to take care of them. He just thinks it’s very dorky and cute.

Just picture him sitting on the living room couch with you, working on a laptop. He looks up to find you staring at a tank and ends up getting lost as well. Just two idiots sitting on a couch staring at fish. Forgets all about his work.

Your fish are spoiled just like you. They come from the best stores, have the best supplies, and consume only the highest quality of fish food.

Asa Emory

Absolutely gets your fish keeping hobby. After all he’s obsessed with bugs and people and has a collection himself. Asa respects the hobby and finds your love for fish endearing.

Knows that it can be a lot of work to keep up with so many tanks so he will help you but reluctantly. Complains the whole time about how you shouldn’t have gotten in over your head even though he encourages you to get more fish.

Asa thinks naming your fish is stupid. After all, you have so many how do you keep up with them all. There’s no point y/n, all of them in that tank look almost identical, identity theft isn’t a joke.

Asa isn’t ashamed of staring at the fish. If you tease him about it, he’ll go on a big rant about how it’s good for you and what not. Just admit staring at the fish is fun Asa, it’s not that hard.

[silversatoru]

birthdays don’t have to suck

fushiguro megumi x f!reader (elli)

synopsis: you get really sick on your birthday, but megumi makes sure that you still have a good day :))

t/w: fluff, reader is sick, vomiting, medicine (tylenol lol), some details pertain specifically to elli

wc: 2.2k

a/n: a small birthday present for the love of my life @megumifushi who never sleeps enough and is always sick,, i love u and i hope ur days not too bad <3

you stared into your dimly lit laptop, red eyes squinting at the black text that sped across the screen as your fingers scrambled against the keys. you weren’t even sure that what you were writing was comprehensible at this point, but your essay that was due tomorrow morning wasn’t gonna write itself. at this point it just needed to get done, concerns of quality were thrown out the window hours ago.

aside from the burning and stinging in your eyes, your entire body ached, and you were ridden with chills and goosebumps. seemed like a fever was coming on, but you didn’t have the time or capacity to care about that right now. you’d pop a few tylenol and crawl into bed in a couple hours, and everything would be better tomorrow.

what time was it anyway? it couldn’t possibly be that late yet, right? 

you glanced to the corner of the screen, eyes falling on a bright 3:56am that made your heart sink and your eyes widen. you had a terrible habit of losing track of time and staying up into ungodly hours of the night — a habit that your wonderful boyfriend was trying so terribly hard to break. 

you glanced to your left and took in his sleeping form, his lips parted ever so slightly as he took small breaths of air. he’d be disappointed and upset with you if he knew how horrid your sleep schedule had been lately, and he’d probably blame your chills and headaches on your lack of sleep as well — which in all fairness was probably pretty accurate. 

“i’ll just finish this up real quick and then i promise i’ll sleep, ‘kay gumi?” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his soft, spiky hair. 

he was undisturbable, his mind off somewhere in a dreamland that was quite the distance from your small bedroom. and that was probably for the better, because him nagging at you to go to sleep would be too distracting for you to get your work done. 

your hands moved rapidly against the keyboard for about another hour, words spilling onto the screen until you finally hit the page requirement for your paper. it was probably terrible, most likely had a few words spelled wrong, and honestly you were pretty certain you’d repeated yourself several times, but fuck it — submit. you were typically an excellent student, so one bad paper wouldn’t kill you, and you were too tired and achy to care right now. 

you got up and placed your laptop onto your desk, plugging it in and letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips as you made your way back over to the bed. the soft blankets were therapeutically warm on your chilly skin as you crawled in against megumi’s back, effectively turning him into the little spoon and pressing your nose to the back of his neck. thankfully, sleep found you shortly after, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off into a much needed slumber. 

babe 

wake up 

babe

you woke up to small finger pokes to your cheek from megumi, his face laced with concern as your vision finally focused on his features. he bent over and pressed his lips to your forehead, pausing there for a fraction of a second and then standing back up. 

“i think you have a fever. i noticed when i woke up and you felt like a fucking space heater,” he frowned, confirming your initial suspicions from last night, “i’ll go get some medicine”.

you groggily nodded your head, shivers coursing through your body and dotting your extremities with goosebumps. your condition had definitely deteriorated overnight, your eyes stinging and a horrible nausea creeping up your throat. 

by the time he returned with the medicine you had yourself propped up against the pillows, thick blankets pulled up to your chin in an attempt to minimize the icy feeling in your body. he handed two small tylenol tablets to you with a disappointed look on his face — a look that said: i’m gonna kick your ass for not getting enough sleep again. 

“i’ll let everyone know you’re not feeling well enough to go out tonight,” he hummed as he handed you a glass of water, your brain filling with thick fog as you tried to decipher why he would need to let anyone know you were sick. 

the look of pure confusion signaled to him that you had no idea what he was talking about, megumi shaking his head before he spoke up again, “it’s your birthday, dumbass, we were supposed to get food and stuff with yuuji, inumaki, and nobara and maki”. 

birthday 

oh 

forgetting about that was another habit you continued to succumb to every year.

“mm, shit,” you sighed after drinking back the pills, “i forgot”. 

“figured you would,” megumi clicked his tongue, “but i didn’t, because i’m a good boyfriend. can you drag yourself out to the kitchen? you should eat”.

“don’t think so,” you mumbled, attempting to disappear back under the blankets before he could coerce you to follow him outside of the bedroom. 

but megumi is impossibly even more stubborn than you are, wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you to his chest, “guess i’ll just have to carry you then”. 

“fine,” you let out a long groan — was it a bit dramatic? maybe. but in your defense you felt like you’d been hit with a train.

he peppered your face with kisses as he carried you out of the bedroom, lovingly setting you down on one of the high bar stools around your kitchen table. he instructed you to stay in the chair, abruptly returning to the bedroom to bring out a couple blankets to wrap around your shoulders. you were grateful for the extra heat, you body still shaking and shivering as the medications worked to cure your fever. 

megumi was a man of few words, preferring to display his love for you through acts of service than grand confessions, and this was very eminent when he wordlessly grabbed a couple pots and began cooking for you. you let your face fall onto your arms, resting your chin as you watched him silently shuffle between the stove and the pantry. the silence was comfortable, and you weren't going to complain about watching your muscular boyfriend walk around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid pajama pants. 

a few minutes later he was placing a steaming bowl of soup and a couple slices of baked bread in front of you, a savory scent flooding your nostrils. 

“red lentil,” he spoke as he handed you a spoon, “it’s your favorite, so you better eat it”. 

“yes, sir,” you gave him a small smile, dipping the cool metal into the hot liquid and scooping a spoonful into your mouth. 

“all of it”

“yes, megumi, i will try”

to no surprise, the soup went down pretty fucking horribly, your head hanging low over the toilet while megumi held your hair out of the way. your throat was practically raw by the time you were done heaving and vomiting up the meal, your eyes brimming with hot tears. 

megumi tied your hair up in a neat bun so he could step away, filling up a glass with water and carefully helping you to take small sips and rinse out your mouth. he was tedious with the clean up, washing your face and helping you brush your teeth — ensuring that you felt the best you could given the situation. he then scooped you back into his arms, carrying you back to bed and profusely apologizing for making you eat the soup — but he was just trying to make you feel better, he really was doing his best.

you were ready to add today to your long list of terrible birthdays, chalking it up as another failed attempt, but megumi was not about to let that happen. he knew you had a rough history with birthdays, but now that he was here? you’d have a bad birthday over his dead body. 

he scoured the back of your fridge for ginger ale, gatorade, jello, and whatever else he could find to make you the perfect sick-person platter. and he made sure he was logged into every streaming service that the two of you collectively owned, preparing netflix, hulu, and crunchy roll so that he could easily access every single one of your favorite shows and movies. and so you spent the majority of your day tucked safely against megumi’s chest, forcing down small sips of ginger ale and watching an assortment of tv. 

your phone rang at some point — a facetime call from all of your friends who had gotten together so they could all wish you a collective happy birthday. megumi stuck a singular candle into a cup of blue-raspberry jello and ignited it with a small flame; and then they all sang the most terrible rendition of “happy birthday” that you’d ever heard, yuuji’s voice a little louder and little more out-of-tune than everyone else's.

you mustered enough energy to blow out the flame, everyone cheering while megumi shoveled a scoop of the blue jelly into your mouth. you swallowed it with a smile, praying it stayed down while everyone sent you off with an assortment of “feel better!”, “we love you!”, and “wish you were here!”

your night got pretty quiet after that, you and megumi climbing back under the covers to watch a few more episodes of your new favorite anime. it wasn’t until well into the night that he finally asked you if he could give you the presents he’d gotten for you. reluctantly, you said yes. you hated receiving gifts (it was just one of the many reasons you hated your birthday) but you knew that megumi wasn’t going to take no for answer. 

he was obviously nervous, palms sweaty as he handed you a couple neatly wrapped packages in plain, solid colored paper. they were very megumi, perfect folds with not a single crease, the paper simple yet elegant and adorned with a singular bow on top. 

you hesitantly peeled the paper off the smaller of the two, revealing a tiny box that contained a classic looking silver locket. you felt your heart pinch in your chest as you clicked the locket open and revealed two small pictures of each of the two of you. you weren’t particularly sentimental, but on top of your lack of sleep and not feeling very well, the simple gift caused few tears to well up in your eyes. but he was quick to wipe them away, insisting that you had to open the second gift first, and that birthdays weren’t meant for crying. 

you followed his instructions, ripping open the second package and revealing a larger box that contained a series of envelopes. each one was decorated with tiny doodles of you and megumi, his demon dogs, hearts, etc. they were sickeningly cute, and you immediately reached for the first one before megumi reached out and stopped you. 

“they’re not for now; they’re for when i’m gone, you know, on missions and stuff,” he could barely even maintain eye contact, his eyes dipping low as yours filled back up with tears. 

despite your lack of energy and the fever that was starting to return, you showered him in hugs and kisses after that, thanking him over and over for the most perfect gifts, and for making your day as wonderful as it could have been. 

all things aside, you were coming around to the idea that birthday’s don’t have to suck. 

bonus: the first letter: 

to y/n:

i know im not great at telling you what i have to say through words, actually, i’m kind of really bad at it. but i thought writing these might be a nice way to try and get better? i’m not sure. anyway, i guess i’ll start by saying that you mean a lot to me, and i probably miss you a lot right now (even though ill be too afraid to reach out and say it). not sure how long i’ll be gone for at the time but it’s probably a few days at least. gonna work hard so i can hurry back to see you. 

i hope you’re sleeping enough, but i know you’re not. you never do, especially when i’m not there to yell at you. i hope you’re eating enough too. but you’re probably also not doing that. you’re like taking care of a stubborn child, you know that? but this is supposed to be a love letter so i’ll try to refrain from scolding you too much. but do try to take care of yourself. ill see you soon. 

megumi

[noroi1000]

hi hi can i request a romantic jjk matchup please. im bi and go by she/they pronouns. i am 5’2. i have brown curly hair with red/auburn tinted highlights and hazel eyes. im pretty soft spoken tho depending on who im around i can be louder than usual. im kind, creative, patient, loyal, smart, and easy going. i try to be nice to everyone and not judge them based on meeting them once. my friends say im a ray of sunshine and that im the mom friend of the group. i like photography, hanging out with friends, going on walks when it’s nice out, listen to music (mostly kpop), reading, watching anime, shopping, and baking. i like wearing oversized sweaters and hoodies. i like boba and different kinds of sweets. i don’t like confrontation and i try to avoid it when i can. when it comes to relationships i look for someone that i vibe with someone that i can feel comfortable around. my love languages are quality time (giving) and physical affection (receiving). thank you so much!!

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

Suguru Geto

He is gentle. At least he's trying to be like that. He is often composed and rarely speaks among other people.

He is a calm man who takes many things seriously. He has his own views and is firm about them. He had no intention of pretending to be anything other than what he is.

This man is not so calm in other company…

From a quiet and nice person, he automatically turns into a man who does not understand the words "calm down". With friends, he's noisy and beyond control.

Often people say they don't like them. Because they think they are insensitive to others.

Maybe Geto laughs often and for no reason, but that doesn't mean he's insensitive.

Sure, he's just mean sometimes. Annoying…

But he remains nice all the time. He never offended anyone enough to make him depressed or otherwise mentally ill. He does not humiliate or discriminate against anyone. He would never want anyone to do something like that to him, so he won't do it to anyone.

He is loyal. He sticks to one to the end. No matter what someone wants to do, if they've promised to be with them, they'll stay until the end. He will try to help as best he can.

His intelligence was never taken from him. Well plans and thoughts. He succeeds most of the time because he knows exactly what to do.

It's just hard to force him to do something he doesn't want to do.

He is very protective. If he knows he has to take care of someone, he will do it at any time.

Besides, he doesn't judge people right away. He tries to see something better in them than just the first meeting and the end. At worst, he can find the best.

Headcanon:

• He would never want you to judge him for the first time as a soulless, mean and terrible person. He understands that he has his aura, as well as facial expressions that are sometimes not encouraging. But he doesn't want you to judge him right away before he knows you well.

(He hates people who judge everything hastily)

• He may take his passion for photography well and badly too. If you like it, it's okay. He is glad that you have a passion.

It is bad when he may think that you will be using him as a photo model.

He's photogenic, but you can't make him do something he definitely doesn't want.

• When walking, you can ask him to take a photo as a souvenir. And he won't refuse because he'll think it's cute that you want to remember it.

But he will only allow himself to take a picture when he knows you only have a phone.

Even so, sometimes you can go for a walk together without phones or anything.

• He is a person used to everything. Laziness in bed, sports and fighting, relaxing or even quiet activities. And there is really no favorite. Therefore, he is able to sit down and do whatever you want.

• When you want to wear loose fitting clothes, go to his wardrobe. He will not forbid you from entering his room. Besides, he has a lot of clothes anyway. Basically, each one is loose for him, so it will be for you. Loose the more.

• If he could, he would be sitting with you all the time. He likes to have a good time, and when he can still hug, it's even better.

"(y/n) let's stay like that yet. Others can wait."