#rip my man fig

[little-red-honeybadger-old]

Incorrect Hogwarts Legacy Quotes, 5/?. Ft. Hufflepuff MC, Mary Frances.

Professor Fig: Frances -- I'm bleeding -- Mary Frances: Quick -- what's your blood type?! Professor Fig: B... Positive. Mary Frances: I'M TRYING TO, BUT YOU'RE BLEEDING!

[stellamancer]

HOOOOLLLLYYYYY HELLLLLLLL

[hey-cringelord]

rip aomine, you lived a good life

[figscigfigs]

my favorite moments from episode 10 of fantasy high junior year!!:

adaine and aelwyn bonding over aelwyn working for the bad guy again (at least when you were being evil you were doing things that were interesting and cool)

adaine’s pure hatred of cornlilac cottoncunt (“and she’s stupid as well!! this is great!! she doesn’t know how to use google!”)

“you keep my name out of your mouth”

“but november (if that’s what month it is) is our month!”

jace’s truly INSANE announcement that began with “we’re having a rough one!” and just continued on down that path the whole time

“who’s asking” “your mom”

gorgug NEEDS business class (or more)

“do you have to go so soon??”

naked (with sports bra) is so lesbian, i love

“i just feel like we should all be a little bit closer” says the girl who kissed everyone she’s talking to like 3 weeks into knowing them and is currently standing in front of her adventuring party in a sports bra and g-string

aguefort’s email bit might actually turn the school into a democracy

just the parallels between in season one, gorgug and zelda and in this most recent episode mazey and fabian make me wanna rip my hair out

"they famously hate you guys" "how can they famously do anything if they re not famous" "jealousy surrounds me"

“you could be on the complicated women podcast” said after doing a full investigation to find out that there are like seven fiendish things going on with fig right now

if you met that man, you would know it’s comedy of errors how he became a god”

wanda childa.

not anything that fabian had going on this episode. i don’t even really want to talk about it you’re telling me he got a massive neck tattoo and no one even went to the appointment with him?!?!?!?!?

[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, now that all of the Bad Kids have their new art out... I can finally freak out/gush over/analyze it, because I didn't have the energy to do posts for every single one.

GUYS

Fig!!! My girl!!! The mismatched shoelaces! The bass guitar from Gorthalax! The phoenix feather earring for Ayda! The fishnet! The classic leather jacket/gray band shirt/red pleated skirt combo! The fingerless gloves! THE CHAIN WALLET!

KRISTEN IS BUTCH. Let me repeat that---KRISTEN! IS! BUTCH! And she's wearing the yellow jumpsuit that we saw in her figurine but she still has the purple in her backpack and her staff and her TIE-DIE SPORTS BRA! And she's got a new hairstyle! And a rainbow bracelet AND a lesbian bracelet! THE TEDDY BEAR! THE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!

RIZ HAS AN UNDERCUT AND GLASSES AND HE KEPT HIS TATTOOS!!!! We've got the briefcase! We've got the angelic weapons! We've got the sword of shadows! We've got GADGETS! WE EVEN HAVE ARO/ACE RINGS! He looks so cool and nifty and crafty and BADASS! My boy has grown!

Gorgug. Oh my god, I can FEEL the "going into a worry" energy radiating from this. But he's got the axe! He's got artificer goggles and tools and a rucksack! He's FINALLY got the emo ripped jeans that he always deserved! He looks so sweet and huggable and perfect! AND HE HAS THE BIG HEADPHONES STILL!

ADAINE. My god. I love this girl so much and her art is perfect. She has patches on her jacket! We can see the cool design on her shirt! She's got high-fantasy boots and belts and she's got her new arcane sword! BOGGY IS THERE! And she looks so lovely and cool and her hair, oh my god, her hair is perfect! I'm so proud of her!

And lastly, the man, the myth, the LEGEND. Fabian looks perfect. Everything from the sword to the sheet to the expression to the tap shoes is spot-on. And his outfit? He's got harem pants! He's got a stylish shirt! He's got wraps around his hands! He's doing a dance move! Man-bun Fabian is now officially canon!

(Also, I'm never gonna shut up about how the Bad Kids are now all spellcasters, and almost all of them are different than how they were in freshman year because that's how growing up works! Fig's ditched College of Whispers as she learns to be truer to herself and has claimed the coolness of College of Lore, and she's got some warlock action to be closer to her dad! Kristen's a Twilight Domain cleric instead of the Life Domain, and I remember being so excited when that became official because that domain is so freaking cool! Riz is an Arcane Trickster, just! Like! Penny! Gorgug's an artificer as well as a barbarian, which is one of my favorite classes, and it looks like he's leaning even further into it! And we can't forget Fabian double-classing as a College of Swords bard! It's so beautiful! It's amazing! Maybe we'll get Adaine doing a martial multiclass to round out the "we're doing different things!" ANYTHING'S POSSIBLE!)

[oompaloompadidu]

Can I ask for PM and ADA men with a reader who struggles with depression? feel free to ignore!

hi! Sure I can try!

PORT MAFIA

Chuuya

He'd try to make you happy, doing everything you ask him to

He'd buy you lots of gifts and put them on your desk without saying anything and buy you flowers everyday

He's so sorry for you and fears it might be his fault (pls tell him it's not, he's such an angel), and everytime something happens he gets really worried for you

He keeps you from taking any decision against yourself (he knows Dazai and he'd give his life for you to not become as desperate as him)

He puts his hat on your head when you get really sad and tells you: "keep it as a reminder that I love you. And it looks better o you, anyway."

Akutagawa

He doesn't know what to do, he's terrible at dealing with emotions

At first he told you that you were "too emotional", "exaggerating" and "weak" but when he realized you actually had depression problems he stopped

He buys you tea/figs when things get bad with your depression because he doesn't know what to do and since he likes those things he hopes they can help (help it's so cute-)

Mori

Like chuuya, he buys you everything, but not just what you ask, even what you just look at for too much time. He wants you to feel better but usually he doesn't worry for people, so he's not very good at it.

he lets you mimic him even if it could offend him a bit, because it makes you laugh and he loves it

You have lots of plushies that he bought you during your worst depression episodes

He always brings you at fancy restaurants and buys you dresses to cheer you up

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

Dazai

Oh well. You two are in the same situation.

At first he always asked you for a double suicide but, after he discovered you struggle with depression as well, I think he would stop. He couldn't actually accept the fact that you could risk to die for his fault while he could survive at the attempt (he wants you to live as long as possible so that he can stay with you)

He keeps trying to find new ways of suicide, but a lot less than before

Still, if you asked him for a double suicide he would accept without a second thought

He makes a lot of jokes and try to make you laugh when you're really sad or tired

Kunikida

He'd have stress attacks every time you get worse

He never had a girlfriend/good friend so he doesn't know how to make you feel better

He tried to ask Yosano how to help you but she just said "don't know man, go shopping with her"

And so he did

Now when you get really bad and don't want to do anything/talk he makes you get out of the house saying that "there is 'shopping time' in his schedule and he wants to go"

You know he doesn't really like going shopping but you appreciate it

Atsushi

he buys you a lot of tea rice

And a lot of plushies

And everything that you like (even if it might means that he has to work twice because he doesn't have the money)

He tries to be always there for you and tells you that you are the most brilliant and fantastic person he knows

Ranpo

Girl you'll be COVERED of candies and chocolate and sweets of every type

He asks Poe to keep you company when he's obligated to go at meetings with the ada because he doesn't want you to be lonely

I hope you're good with orientation because you two will get lost a lot if you let him try to guide you (but it's okay he's a cute babyyy-)

Kenji (he's a minor I hope you are a minor as well pls don't do anything weird to him he's just my adorable baby)

He always offer you to visit his camps to cheer you up

His smile is contagious TRUST ME

my adorable little baby loves you with all his heart and he would literally rip apart everyone who dares to say something bad about so that you don't feel bad anymore ❤️

Junichiro

He tries to get off work earlier so that he can stay with you

He's scared Naomi will do something weird to him and get you worse but actually you two are friends and she likes you a lot

He asks Dazai and Kunikida for help about how to cheer you up but they both said "why do you think I know?" and he's very confused

He gives you kisses even in public sometimes when you're really sad but pda embarrasses him and also he doesn't want Naomi to see it

[tatterings]

I’m twirling my hair and kicking my feet at my own fucking Halstarion fanfiction.

I DROPPED THE NAME OF THE FIC IN THE TEXT HAHAHA i finally figured out how to do it. 😅

For those not in the know, I took the title of my fanfiction from Astarion’s eccentric shirt in the EA game. It had a piece of poetry - “Lamentable is the Autumn Picker Content with Plums”, which I ripped shamelessly for the title of my fic.

In north america at least, most plums ripen in the summer; by autumn they’re too sweet and bird-pecked. Apples, pears, figs, grapes, and pomegranates of all sorts ripen in autumn for example, so it’s the perfect time to pick those instead.

I interpret this line of poetry as, “Don’t accept an option just because it’s there. Bide your time. Wait. Be choosy. There are so many options in this world, don’t settle. You’re worth more than that. Don’t be content with accepting ‘good enough’. Its a tragedy.”

Which is perfect for Halstarion. Neither man settles. They are perfect for each other. 😭❤️

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

14, geraskier please?

14. A firm handshake, professionally at first, but a second too long

“Well, that was exciting!” Jaskier claps his hands in delight and surveys the wreckage of what was once his estate’s portrait gallery.

Geralt looks in disbelief at the viscount, who is grinning and bouncing on his toes like a child awaiting his Midwinter gifts. Jaskier is worlds away from the hollow-eyed young man who hired Geralt a week ago to free him from the dark magic that had been plaguing his castle for days, the result of a cursed statue gifted to him by a vengeful former lover. Now the statue lies in pieces on the ground, the entity that lived inside it is dead, and the intended target seems to have forgotten the weeks of terror he suffered.

“Exciting,” Geralt deadpans.

“Well, I imagine you do this all the time.”

“No, a cursed statue trying to rip my head off is a new one.”

“Ah, yes.” Jaskier grimaces as his eyes fall to Geralt’s neck, which most likely sports the beginnings of finger-shaped bruises that will fade by morning. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’m fine.” Geralt crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at him. “But you could have been, since you didn’t stay downstairs like I told you to.”

Jaskier looks entirely unabashed. “I heard a lot of crashing. I had to come see if you were alright!”

Geralt sighs, knowing an argument he has no chance of winning when he sees it. “Just next time a woman you know loathes you sends you a mysterious gift, push it off a cliff into the sea.”

“In my defense, I thought the Countess’ style was more to tell everyone that I’m a dreadful lover, not to send me a murderous statue.” Jaskier pauses. “Her claims about my abilities in bed are pure spiteful fabrication, of course. I’ve gotten nothing but rave reviews from objective parties.”

“Glad to hear it,” Geralt says. He’ll have to go see this Countess, make sure she’s not going to send anyone else a cursed statue. Technically, his contract with Jaskier was over the moment the entity inside the statue died on his sword, but Geralt wants to make sure no more nasty surprises are coming the viscount’s way. It’s the least he can do.

“But thank you, Geralt.” Jaskier looks at Geralt with earnest blue eyes. “I owe you my life.”

“The five hundred crowns we agreed on is more than sufficient.” Geralt probably shouldn’t be surprised that Jaskier is still being so warm towards him, since that seems to be the viscount’s default. But part of him expected Jaskier to withdraw once he no longer needed Geralt to keep him safe.

“I don’t think any amount of coin is sufficient, but it’s a start.” Jaskier holds out his hand to Geralt. “Thank you, my friend.”

Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand in his and shakes. Jaskier’s palm is warm and callused, his fingers long and dexterous. Just the other night, Jaskier told him that he was studying to be a bard before his father died and he became the viscount at seventeen. It’s easy to imagine those long fingers dancing over the strings of an instrument. It’s easy to imagine those fingers in a number of places, a thought that Geralt tries carefully to avoid.

He looks up into Jaskier’s eyes and realizes that he’s been holding his hand for a moment too long. His thumb rests over Jaskier’s pulse point. Quickly, he releases Jaskier’s hand, letting his own drop to his side.

A smile plays over Jaskier’s lips. “You know, it’s late. There’s no need for you to head out tonight. Why don’t you stay one more night? You may actually be able to use the guest room I made up for you, now that you don’t have to stay up all night guarding me from malevolent forces.”

“Thank you.” Geralt doesn’t necessarily think he’d mind staying up all night with Jaskier under more pleasant circumstances, another thought he’s very carefully trying not to have.

“And it looks like rain out there, doesn’t it? Maybe you’ll have to stay for a few more days. As long as you need, of course. I’d hate for lovely Lady Roach to have to get her glorious mane wet. But we can figure that out tomorrow. I think a celebration is in order, don’t you? How do you feel about Everluce?”

“Tastes less cat-pissy than most wines.”

“Oh, good gods. You’ll need to stay at least another couple of days. If the best you can say about Everluce is ‘not cat-pissy,’ then you’ve clearly only been drinking overpriced swill passed off as fine wine by unscrupulous parties. Don’t you worry, my friend, we’ll set it right.”

Geralt lets himself be steered out of the portrait gallery as Jaskier talks his ear off about wine. He can still feel the warmth of Jaskier’s hand in his all the way down to the kitchens.

24 Touches Prompts

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[kakashiislut]

I woke up super late (3:40 pm) and so I promise to write all day and try to make it as long as possible with little skips. I think I skipped a lot cause it’s just the beginning!! Love you ❤️

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Part 1 Here!

Warnings: Mentions of Simons past, blood, cuts, Y/N a bit horny, plzs tell me what else cause I forgot.

Authors Note: heyo! This will be a series, who knows!! Basically, Y/N is a underground nurse/doctor and she finds lil old Simon passed out in front of her house and she takes him in to care for him until he's all happy and healthy.

Word Count: 2,100.

Part 2/?

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The Solider~ Ghost × FemNurse!Reader.

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Feeling proud of yourself was an understatement. You’ve cleaned up your entire house, moped, swept, vacuumed, you wiped down all the counters and tables, you washed the dishes, folded your laundry, did your bed, lit candles and now you’re finally relaxing. Relaxing….you feel so-

“THE SOLDIER-“ tossing yourself up, you fixed your hair up and unlocked the first door, running quickly down the steps, you unlocked the second door using a key that hung around your neck. When you pushed open the door, you almost screamed.

There he was, on his knees on the floor, he was tugging angrily at the handcuffs that kept him attached to the bed, he snarled loudly, almost sounding animalistic. When his eyes attached to yours, he bared his teeth. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” His voice was rough and sounded like someone scratched his throat up with knives. There was blood coming out of one arm. “Did you rip out your IV?!” You freaked, taking a step towards him, but in his hand where his broken wrist resides, he swiped at you with a syringe.

His eyes were still blown out, he was breathing hard and heavy, almost like he was struggling to get air into his lungs. He seemed scared, and he’s probably more confused why he’s half naked. “M-my name is Nurse Y/N Y/L/N,” you took a step back this time, “I found you unconscious outside the front of my house and I took you in to care for you,” you gulped harshly, thank god for the handcuff, you thought to yourself. The man surely would have snapped you in half without it.

You tried to sound confident, so you put your hands on your hips like a superhero and pointed your chin to the sky. “I want you to get back into bed…” Your voice was stern with a bit of hesitation in it, the man stared you down. “Unlock these bloody cuffs first…” He sneered, still slightly tugging on them. “No way, until the drugs wear off and then maybe I’ll even think about it” you protested, squinting your eyes at him. “Drop the syringe.” The man let go of the syringe “slide it to me…” you took a step towards him and snatched up the syringe when it came sliding your way. “Alright! Now let’s get you back into bed, okay? You’re probably hungry and thirsty” you smiled brightly at the man and helped him back into bed. “And let’s take care of that blood, and I’ll get you some clothes.”

You left once again upstairs and retrieved his clothes, all of them. You placed them on an empty desk next to the man and you got a cotton puff and some paper tape. “Can I have your arm, sir?” The man slowly let you see his bleeding arm. “Tsk tsk, that’s very dangerous ya know. You’ve gotten blood all over you and the floor.” You shook your head at him, motherly-like and patched up his IV wound. “I’m…I’m sorry.” He spoke, and you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile. “It’s okay…it’s Normal to be scared…”

“Wasn’t scared…” he mumbled

“Sure you weren’t” you shook your head gently and got up to get his clothes. You helped him slip on a pair of pants and you grabbed his shirt bunching it up. “Can’t put on me shirt if you got my wrist bloody cuffed to the bed” He jangled his hand quickly and harshly. “Shit.” You mumbled, fighting your inner self on whether or not to uncuff him. “Promise you won’t hurt me?” You purse your lips and offer him your pinky “ya ya ya, come on” he hooked his pinky to yours quickly and you leaned over to uncuff him. Slipping his shirt over his head, you helped him put his arms through the sleeves and once he was in the shirt, you reached over to cuff him again, but he grabbed your arm “I’ll behave.”

You felt a surge of energy run down your spine and straight to your pussy.

Shit. His voice is so hot

“Where are you from…” you pulled away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and cleaning up the mess he made when he was flopping on the floor like a fish out of water. “Manchester…” he groaned, you quirked an eyebrow up “a manc? You don’t sound like one” you chuckled softly and watched his bare face contort into random faces. “Years and years of yelling.” He turned his head to the side to hide his face.

“I’ll get you food…” you got up quick, turning around and trying to forget about the heat making its way up your neck, to your cheeks and settling on your ears. You left upstairs and locked the first door and began heating up the soup. Once hot, you bowled a lot of it and brought it down on a bed table. “Tomato” you simply stated and placed it over his hips. You lifted the spoon and offered to feed him. “Can feed m’self” he mumbled, snatching the spoon and dipping it into the soup. You watched. Watched the way he shook while lifting the light spoon, he was focused on not spilling the soup, only to spill it on the table. He grumbled, tried again and eventually tossed the spoon down in frustration.

“That’s why I’m here” you smiled sweetly and he wanted to throw up, because he found it…cute. Cute. Ya. You helped him eat, until all the soup was gone and he looked a tad better. “Good?” You questioned, “Good. You made this?” He answered, and you felt a sense of pride surge through you. “Yes!” You gave him a big smile, “then it’s shite” you wanted to die for a moment, but you saw the way his lips curled into a small smile. “Is your name roba? I heard you-“ you stopped talking once you saw how the man’s face became terrifying, like you’ve just said something he never wanted to hear. “Don’t say that name.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I-I’m sorry, you were mumbling it when I first saw you, and I just thought that was your name-“ the man rolled his eyes and turned to hide his face again. “It’s Simon.” He simply stated. You smiled brightly, trying to forget the way his face switched up so quickly. “Well, Hello Simon.” You moved the tray away and placed it on the desk where his clothes were and started cleaning up more. You hid all sorts of objects that could be weapons. “Tell me about yourself, Simon, how did you end up here?” The man let out a groan, rubbing his eyes, before letting his arms fall to the bed. He took extra care of his broken wrist.

“I’m in the military.” You chuckled softly “oh I can tell. Lemme guess…it’s confidential?” You shook your head and went back to picking up loose Q-Tips on the floor. Now I have to throw them away. “A mission gone bad. Horrible. I was wondering for weeks. Barely knew where I was or who I was” Simon sounded like hell. It’s obvious he didn’t wanna talk about it. “Well…you’re safe now.” You fluttered your eyelashes at him. “I’ll take care of you until you’re back to normal. Speaking of taking care of you,” you got up and tossed the Q-Tips away and sat back down on your swivel chair. “You have a mild concussion. Your wrist is broken, you are VERY Malnourished, you have an infection, I stitched up like three? Different parts of you back together and if you don’t bring your weight back up, you won’t ever heal.”

The man stared at you, the same expression that he had even when he was passed out. It was empty. The stare he held was empty. The way his face was naturally set in place was…empty. The man was just an empty shell. Even the way he talked, he sounded like he was empty.

He nodded his head, “it’s too bright in here and I wanna nap. Leave.” He turned to hide his face once again and you sighed a bit. “Okay.” You closed the curtains and took the bed table on your way out. This time, you didn’t lock any doors.

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Simon. Simon. Simon.

You searched for people named Simon in the British military and got 100s of people. None of them YOUR Simon. “Damn, should have asked for his last name at least, stupid Y/N.” Hearing your phone ding, you picked it up and pressed on the message. “Omg..I forgot”

The message was from your “friend.” He sent you countless articles and pictures of the man in your basement. “Simon Riley. Statues…Deceased?” You quirked an eyebrow. “But it’s the same man”

You were confused now, the man who was currently ALIVE in your basement, was dead on paper. You looked more into him. “Lieutenant Simon Riley? Must be good at his job.” You confirmed your suspicions when you saw his kill count, success rate and more. The man was a killing machine. Going back to your messages, you began typing:

{You: The man in my basement had a skull-like mask over his face. Does that mean anything?

Him: What you mean?

You rolled your eyes a bit

You: Like this *you send a picture of the mask*

You: ?? If this man is dead on paper, then is he hiding who he is with a mask?

Him: Can’t be possible, the military would need ID and…ya know…they would need to see his face. Don’t be dumb.

You: rude. Maybe they already knew? And just let him play dress up.

Him: I’ll look into the mask. Don’t text me.

You: didn’t plan on it.}

Setting your phone down, you huffed out loudly and rubbed away the sleepiness in your eyes. Even if you tried, you wouldn’t fall asleep. Your body simply wouldn’t allow you to. But nevertheless, you prepared yourself for sleep and once you hit the bed, you pretended to sleep for hours.

The man in your basement didn’t sleep either. He laid awake in the dark, thinking about how he would get out of this place. How he would head back to base and yell at his teammates for not listening to him. He was right. But here he was….in some pretty ladies basement. His head was banging and he was trying to ignore it. Those drugs Y/N gave him wore off long ago and all he wanted to do was puke. Puke his guts out. Like many times in his life, Simon wanted to disappear. He didn’t know where he was, the country was foreign to him and the 141 probably gave up looking for him. He knew he was a goner once his radio was ripped out. He barely survived those weeks of him aimlessly tripping over his own feet trying to find some sort of water or anything edible to fill his belly. Though weak, he planted his feet onto the floor and pushed himself out and off of the bed.

Simon wobbled his way to the bathroom, using the wall for support. He let out a small whine when his body protested to him getting up. His head started to bang harder, but he pushed opened the door and sat down on the toilet. He couldn’t pee standing up. No no, he’d probably pass out. Once Simon was all finished, he washed his hand and splashed his face, his wrist was aching and he just wanted to chomp down on painkillers to make it go away. He hasn’t been in this much pain since his kidnapping in ‘08 (ish).

He stared at himself in the mirror and bit the inside of his cheek. “You’re an ugly bastard…” He muttered, letting his fingers glide over the bruises and cuts on his face. He wasn’t clean at all. He felt icky and gross, he also felt like he was starting to become sick. He sniffled a bit and opened his mouth to check his teeth. They were all fine, so he made his way back to the bed. This time it was worse. He felt dizzy. His head banged even more and his bones felt like they were gonna snap mid walk. He barely made it to the bed, before his body gave out and he passed out from the pain.

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I did NOT proofread this at all. The italics are y/n thinking! Hope you enjoy. Sorry it sucks.

Tag List (it’s tiny and I’m proud): @illyanam1011 <3

[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 3

Had a rough week so far, I am looking forward to this episode ♡

HIIIIII INTREPID HEROES

NAT 20

please bring ayda back this episode (begging) (I know it won't happen. but I'm desperate)

ZELDA AND GORGUG BREAK UP CONFIRMED.....

I am experiencing so much gender envy from literally everyone at the table.

The art team really pulled out all the stops for this season. The dome backdrop is so good

THIRTY INVESTIGATION?!!!??!

"Of course you and Adaine, of course, are... Nerds."

"Not ideal for the bad kids" oh no.

Lone Wolf Bloodrush player. That's oc material fr

"I like getting friends cast on me so I willingly fail" fig becomes more and more relatable every episode

"IT'S 10 AND I GIVE YOU THE HELP ACTION"

LYDIA!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

LYDIA MADE THEM LUNCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE EMO SONG 😭😭😭

It just says "Hey Adaine" on the inside 😭😭

Cloaca.....

how many binders do the Thistlesprings have

"Can I Run From You?"

Just Breathe

CHLOE SHORT FOR CLOACA

I love the casual conversation they have

TWO GLASSES OF MILK

"I'll walk you to Bard class" fig probably won't be staying 😭

NEW LUNCH LAD!!!!!

I hope Fig's luck issue gets resolved soon 😭

MAZEY IS SO PRETTY

Grix...??

THE PARROTS.....

omg mazey x fabian?!!?!?!????!?!?!!?!

A SECRET CLOACA WITH A GUN??

Jawbone is so filled with dad lore

Kristen class president is something I need

21 passive investigation is insane

"What are you, like 4 different dogs?"

Passive Aggressive Kristen is so good.

Ghost steaks 🔥

FABIAN FLIRTING

"You're looking at a party boy" oh fabian....

I think Kristen working to be class president will convince her to. Go to school and work on getting better at it

Gilear 😢 I miss my pathetic wet cat of a man

fig writer's block so relatable

Stressed Riz

WANDA CHILDA

HEYYYYYY GIRLIE

I miss Ayda

Porter is kinda.... ♡

Why is everyone so attractive why must I be attracted to all the adults. im supposed to have a type

"I'm going into a worry, yeah"

Fig taking Fabian to the wizard class instead of bard class is so real

TERPSICHORE SKULLCLEAVER!!!!!! she looks like she bakes incredible cookies. I can't dance but I want to be in her class

THIRTY-ONE????????? PERFORMANCE

Dance bard class is so cool

From Jock to Arsty kid, I love Fabian's character development so much

"I'm going to do a lot less partying" a full lie from Fabian

I need more Riz and Jawbone one on ones

KRISTEN CHILLIS APPLEBEES 😭😭😭😭

oh no the Applebees fam are here oh no...

Ripped Kristen approaching her parents.....

oh no. oh no. oh no.

Not good what is going on with Cassandra

MAKE HER OWN PEOPLE TO TALK TO?!!!??!???!??!?? WHAT???????? WHAT WHAT WHAT????

ALLY IS SO CASUAL WITH NAT 20S 😭

HE'S A LITTLE PALADIN....

BYE GIRLIE

RIZ HAS A BACKUP TIE

why is sorcery so expensive

SHE'S NOT GOING TO TELL JAWBONE 😭

oh god Wanda Childa....

"what smell would be enticing to emo kids" 😭😭😭

"Did you just come from a room full of cigarettes and peach schnapps" "you mean breakfast?"

I wanda'd in

NOT ALL WHO WANDA ARE LOST

SITTING OUTSIDE AND LISTENING TO BARD CLASS

watching Kristen deal with school and stuff and deal with Cassandra makes me slightly uncomfortable. not in a bad way but in a way that I relate to it a bit too much and it's a bit too real. i too had extreme trouble with school and I also have issues with pushing important people away when trying to focus on myself and it ruins a lot of my relations. I relate to Kristen too much in the worst ways and that hits closer to home than I like. I love Kristen but man. Too close

"Things can be bad, and things can be good, but they all can be true."

I worry about Kristen going to Cassandra's realm. I am going into a worry. I have bad feeling.

the sound design is so good

GENTLE SOBBING.... OH NO. OH NO.

"I can't rely on you." OUCH.

she already found somebody????

KALINA!?!?!?! !!??!?!?!!!???!??!!??!!???!!???!?? HUHHHHH?!!??!!

IT'S LEAVING IT OFF WITH THAT?????? WHAT THE FUCK???????? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????????????? WHAT?????

[number1rizgukgakstan]

FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 18 LIVEBLOG

It's that time again! Spoilers below the cut!

The only CW being underage drinking + drug use is fascinating- I assume that means no one dies? At least, not like Buddy did.

I'm SO excited looking at that set it's so fucking cool. The crackling in the fake clouds? HOLY SHIT the modeling team went OFF I love their work.

I FORGOT JAWBONE'S THERE. AND SO IS EUGENIA. This is so insane I'm so excited.

"Airitime law" God I love you so much Zach you are SO FUNNY

The WHOLE school is here that's so funny. Does this mean the clubs Riz joined are going to come into play?? GERTIE??? GERTIE???? HEY GERTIE???

The divine domain idea is so fascinating but I would like to say- imagine worshiping a god named Porter. I'm crying laughing.

CURSED GOLD PIECE??? FUCK YEAH GO FOR IT FABIAN

RAGH IS HERE??? FUCK YEAH!

Okay we're getting the NPCS set up? Fuck yeah

FIG NO WHY ARE YOU WANDA CHILDA???? THATS SO FUNNY. Gerard Neigh I'm CRYING. I love Armor of Ayda and the Spirit Guardians.

VULTURE KING LIVER + TALON FOR FABIAN In BAD! BABY! MILK!

WHY IS GORGUG SWALLOWING THE HEART LIKE A PILL??? INSANE

EAT THE FEATHER??? FIG YOU DON"T HAVE TO EAT IT ITS JUST WHEN BROKEN [sobs]

"You're wearing an Orangutang mask and the skull of the Vulture King?"

"And I'm speaking Vulture.

"And you're speaking Vulture."

Adaine is so brilliant I love her.

K2 giving Kristen basically a whole extra turn is so funny. We love K2.

They have so many spells prepared I love it. Fabian's party sounds sick as hell. Even the Bad Baby milk sounds fun. Disgusting but fun.

I feel like using the NMK against Kristen is a bad idea but will have terrible consequences for Kristen, who's silly goofyness has been coming back to bite them. IDK we'll see

Fabian faking it till he makes it is SO FUNNY.

Baby and Baby Baby being here's so fucking funny. Let's go Baby and Baby Baby!

Fabian's HOUSE burning down would be devastating but maybe it'd make his mother come home

CANNONS!!! PUT BABY BABY ON THE CANNONS

They have to DO ELECTIONS and RUN THE PARTY WHILE FIGHTING??? BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN THIS IS INSANE I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

Kristen and K2 helping Riz load the canon is so wholesome. They're such a great team

NOOOO FABIAN HAS THE PACMAN TATTOO [laughing crying] RIP

1/4th of the party voting in one turn is absurd. Fabian's charisma is INSANE i love this man and his conga line

Jawbone once again completely out of the loop and just going with it is great.

I now see why Sprak has his own art.

The music video idea was genuis. Emily Axford is such a quick thinker and her performance as Fig is top-knotch.

Oisin summoning dragons breaks my heart. NOOO you were so cool :( now Adaine has to Furious Fist Mega Punch you to death

This fight is honestly so fucking metal. The music video, Fabian killing a dragon singlehandidly, Riz murdering two with the canons, all the Dex saves, Gorgug's excellent driving, JAWBONE, the voting drive... honestly I'm so proud of the Bad Kids and how far they've come.

ANOTHER GORGUG NAT 20 HOLY SHIT! Zac's really fucking it up right now. 7d12 is absurd

Wanda Childa running the party is so insane and I love it. It's Emily Axford's world and we're just living in it.

Eugenia Shadow is amazing. Best NPC by far.

"Can I bring a vulture to give me the help action?" absurd request. brennan's face was brilliant. Again: ITS EMILY AXFORD'S WORLD AND WE'RE JUST LIVING IN IT.

The fight. Every moment was incredible. They really did slay those god damn dragons. No one had to make a single death save. The party was popping. Fig was constantly being the fucking COOLEST. Fabian telling Gorgug not to crash his parent's boat. Eugenia Shadow telling Riz he's the best student she's ever had. It was brilliant. Excellent.

"Sorry Oisin, shouldn't have been such a douchebag, we're gonna kill your grandma now" BRILLIANT. 10/10. I love it.

AS SOON AS SHE SAID DIVINE INTERVENTION I FUCKING CHEERED. K2 DIES TO SAVE THE WORLD BY SAYING "BLIMEY" NOT FUCKING CLICKBAIT.

Zac doing the dm bit is so funny.

K2 not knowing shit and pulling off a miracle is such pure Kristen its so fucking brilliant. THE UNCERTAINTY OF MAYBE BEING PREGNANT IS INSANE. I love Ally Beardsley.

Brennan's reaction to the pregnancy bit is so fucking funny. They broke this man's spirit in the funniest way possible.

"Haunted Wizard Clone Mini Golf Lightning Extravaganza" is the single funniest string of words imaginable. Brennan Lee Mulligan you are my favorite comedian ever.

"How much of this can we cut out, do you think?" Ally this is your bed, you have to lie in it, I'm so sorry. Funniest roll of all time.

WE ALMOST GOT THE GOLD TORNADO?? NOOOOOO.

Circling back, the flavor of Armor of Ayda is so cute. Ayda's protection is always over Fig no matter where she is.

THEY FUCKING DID IT GANG! Now for the penultimate battle! :]

The previews are making me go insane. RATGRINDERS FIGHT RATGRINDERS FIGHT RATGRINDERS FIGHT!

"I think I have to try" is making me so fucking excited. WHAT ARE YOU TRYING FIG????

LETS FUCKING GO! NEXT WEEK BABYYYYYY

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Kinktober Day 8: Aphrodisiacs (Primo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

ITS FINALLY PRIMO TIME!! I've been wanting to write a fic for him for so long now but whenever I try it doesn't come out right. So, since I don't have time to obsess over every single detail of the fics I publish this month being perfect, due to the sheer volume of them, I figured this would be a good time to give it a shot. We fuckin this old man tonight, strap in guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, mostly fluff because Primo makes me soft, confessed feelings, weed smoking, consumption of natural aphrodisiacs, reader rides Primo (we gotta be nice to his joints), blowjob, creampie, slight praise, just some good ol' love making, nothing too crazy, they just end up not being able to keep their hands off each other

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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"My dear, is everything alright? You've barely touched your tea." You were ripped from your thoughts at the feeling of Primo's warm hand coming to rest on top of yours. You blushed, giving him a small nod.

"Yes Papa, sorry, I was just thinking." You admit with a bashful chuckle. He slowly pulls his hand back, satisfied with your answer despite the fact he knew you weren't telling him the complete truth. You had planned this afternoon in hope of finally confessing your feelings for Primo. But, you would be lying if you said you weren't a little distracted by his mere presence. Despite his age and constant declarations that he no longer possessed the same vigor he used to, Primo was still a consummate flirt. His slow and careful movements had you aching for him to touch you; the way his finger would slowly trace around the rim of his tea cup as he listened attentively to you speak, when he would guide you into the greenhouse his hand would hover over the small of your back, his intense gaze trained on your smallest movements left you feeling more aroused with every passing second. When you would spend time with Primo he wouldn't allow you to even lift a finger, despite the fact that it was you who asked for his company. He poured your tea, he had arranged the charcuterie board, anything you needed during your time together he would take care of. You take a small sip of the tea Primo had prepared for you, an herbal blend he had made himself. The drink left you feeling warm from head to toe as you tried to not let your mind wander, despite your excited state, time alone with your Papa was something that should be cherished. You looked over the small board of snacks he had prepared for you; fresh figs drizzled with honey, the finest chocolates you had ever tasted, a small bowl of pomegranate seeds.

"Did you know," he starts with a groan, "that some believe that it was a pomegranate the snake offered Eve in the garden of Eden, not an apple?" You shake your head with a giggle.

"I didn't. Did you know that all of these foods are considered aphrodisiacs?" You rebuttal.

"Maybe I did." He responds casually, shitting you a sly wink that instantly gets you flustered. He motions for you to wait a moment, he stands and makes his way into a back room within his greenhouse. He returns a few moments later with an ornate pipe and small jar of marijuana. He returns to his seat with a sigh, meticulously pinching a good sized amount for him to smoke. He lights the bowl with ease, no doubt from years of practice. The soft haze of smoke fills your vision as he exhales. "Would you like some?" He offers.

"Please." You were hoping this could help dissolve your nerves, leaving you with no space to think of anything else besides the unbridled emotions for the man who sat across from you. You take the piece in your hands, locking eyes with Primo as you bring the end to your mouth. He lights the bow for you, waiting for your signal to stop. You inhaled deeply, the musky, earthy flavor and scent of the herb dominating your senses. Your eyes instantly grew heavy as the smoke filled your lungs, you leaned back in your chair as you slowly exhaled. Primo looks at you with a satisfied smile, watching as your high quelled your nervous fidgeting.

"Now, not that I don't enjoy your company my dear, but surely there's a reason you asked me to join you this afternoon." You could tell by the time in his voice that he had you exactly where he wanted you. You shouldn't have been surprised, he had stayed himself in the past that he's had Siblings fall for him over the years, you were sure that you were no different than any previous admirers. "Surely it wasn't to try and catch the attention of this old man." You can't help but involuntarily wince as he hit the nail right in the head. "Sorella…" he coos, your eyes trailing over to his features at the sound of his gentle tone. "Come here, little one." He pats his lap. As you step closer to him, he takes your hand, guiding you to a comfortable position perched across his thighs. "Tell your Papa what's on your mind, hm?"

"I… have a bit of a confession to make." You chuckle awkwardly. "Papa… Primo," you correct, feeling this wasn't the place for honorifics, "over the time that I've known you I've found myself falling for you. I'm sure you've had plenty of confessions from other Siblings, I know I'm not special, but I can't keep going around pretending that I don't feel this way about you."

"(Y/N)," his finger trails across your jaw, prompting your eyes to meet his. "I never want you to feel like you're not special in my eyes, fiore." He takes your hand in his, it felt as if sparks were dancing across your skin at his gentle touch. "I'm the one who should be grateful for receiving even a fraction of your affection."

"Papa, I…"

"Primo." It was his turn to correct you, shooting you a playful smile.

"Primo," you giggle. "I… I'm not really sure what to say." He pushes some stray hair behind your ear before his arm wraps around your waist.

"You don't have to say anything, my dear." He gives your waist a gentle squeeze. "We were already having a fantastic evening together. I don't see the harm in continuing that… maybe seeing where the night takes us from there." You can't help but squeeze your legs together at the thought. Being so close to Primo like this already had your body going haywire, the aphrodisiacs you had consumed definitely weren't helping either. He smirks at you suggestively as he realizes your ruffled state. Primo packed you another bowl doing what he could to try and ease your nerves. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in Primo's lap, the two of you laughing and smoking the night away until you made the mutual decision that your company would be greatly appreciated in his quarters. Primo had one of his Ghouls prepare a fire, the two of you getting nice and cozy on his couch. A little joint was passed between you as Primo hand fed you small squares of chocolate. You wanted to melt into him, the feeling of being fully relaxed paired with your accepted confession clouding your mind with thoughts of only your Papa. "You look absolutely divine in the firelight, my darling." Primo purrs. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your face lands in the crook of his neck, allowing you to revel in the smell of sweet incense, damp earth, and herb. You dared to glance up at him, his mismatched gaze finding yours as he felt your eyes land on him.

"Primo," you whisper softly, "can I kiss you?"

"I would love nothing more, cara mia." A smile ghosts over his lips as he leans into you. Primo was so gentle as he held you in his arms, scared as if you would break like a china doll. You let out a satisfied sigh as his lips finally met yours, finally experiencing something you had been dreaming about for a long time. He squeezes your waist, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. The bitterness of his papal paint mixed in with the sweetness of the chocolate you had been previously eating, the kiss quickly becoming more heated. Primo guides you to his lap, your knees sinking into the plush couch cushions as you straddle him. He groans softly as you sink your full weight onto him, you can't help but smirk slightly as you feel him start to grow hard beneath you. He places his hands on your thighs, allowing them to slowly push up the hem of your sundress. He shivers at the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips.

"Forgive me for being so blunt," he starts with a chuckle, "but you seem to have gotten me a little, eh, excited." He hissed through his teeth as you shift your hips. Despite the fact you could feel his reaction pressing into your clothed heat he was still trying to be somewhat of a gentleman.

"Is there any way I can help, Papa?" You ask coyly. You feel him twitch slightly at the sweet sound of your voice.

"Is it alright if I touch you, fiore?" His fingers squeeze against your thighs.

"Please." You respond breathlessly before his lips crash back into yours. His hands slide under your dress and over the curve of your ass, pulling you as close to him as he could manage. His lips trail over your jaw as he slowly works you out of your dress, groaning in arousal at your mostly naked form.

"You're so beautiful, fiore." He places kisses across your collarbones, holding you firmly by the hips as he listens to every soft mewl and gasp he can pull from you.

“Papa,” You sigh softly, “can I taste you?” He nods, keeping his sultry gaze on you as you lower yourself to your knees. He assists you in pulling off his ceremonial robes to reveal his bare form underneath. He lets out a low growl as you slowly stroke his member in your hand. You tentatively wrap your lips around his sensitive tip. His fingers lace into your hair, his hips bucking slightly as you eased yourself down his shaft. You allowed him to set the pace, moaning around him as you looked up to see the expression of pure pleasure on his face. You pushed yourself down, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Bene, fiore. So good for your Papa.” He groans as you continue to bob your head. He beckons you back into his lap, you moan with anticipation as you feel him swipe the head of his cock over your entrance. You whine as you slowly lower yourself onto him, your thighs shaking slightly as you fully sit on his cock. You grip tightly onto his shoulders, bouncing yourself at a steady pace. Primo rested his hands on your waist, your arousal dripping down his erection with every thrust. You felt incredible on top of him; the way your ass would jiggle with every bounce, your sweet moans filling his ear, your warm body pressed tightly to his, Primo believed you were a gift from the Dark Lord himself.

“You feel so good.” You groan in his ear. Your moans turn to screams as Primo begins to fuck up int your. His fingers grabbing tightly on your hips, he slammed you down repeatedly on his cock like you were his own personal fleshlight. You felt his thrusts begin to grow sloppy, the moans from his mouth quickly becoming more breathy and almost desperate as he chased his climax. His hips stuttered as his hot cum shot into you. His fingers find your clit, expertly rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent your own climax crashing over you. You collapse against his chest, the room filled with the sound of your labored breathing.

“Mi fiore.” He whispers, you hum in response as you nuzzle your face against his neck. “Would you like to spend the night?”

“I would love to, Primo.”

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Tag List: @spookyghostjelly @ramblingoak @kissingghouls @mustluvecho @herripinkle @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @sodomiser @belnovacaine @iamsarahsaysso @ghuleh-recs (I think that's everyone, if I missed you or you would like to be added let me know!)

[songbird-oracle]

Live thoughts watching Fantasy High Junior Year episode 5

Spoilers ahead

Im so nervous already about Cassandra

These dudes getting swole

It IS spicy tonight in the dome

Screaming

I WANT A BOGGY KISS

OH FUCK SHES HOLD MONSTERING KRISTEN

THE SECURITY COMING THROUGH OH SHIT

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you 👀” vibes

OH NO PLEASE NO NIGHTMARE KING OH NO OH NO

I’m Shittering my pants rn

No not the girlies!

Located in the astral mall, This place has *everything*. Ripped valley girls, a goddess and prophet and familiar going through a very tumultuous time in their relationship, a frog wearing a paper hat, and a weird ass clock

I live for the hangman banter

Oml I love the Yarrbucks coffee art

LOU HOLY SHIT

BOX OF DOOM DC5!? The stakes are seriously so high though

Okaaaaaaaay 13 works ig

“Does she need scratchies?”

Wooo Murph!!

THE STAR TALKS!?

I love Emily’s reaction to “banging out a 1st level spell”

Riz sadly flossing

Oh no Kristen oh no Cassandra!

No stop attacking Cassandra!!!!

🎶non-a-crits🎶

Thank goodness no failures

Break it up guys come ooooooooon

Damn, man needs strudel with sauce at a time like this

Profiling the minis 🤣

NOT THE TAP DANCING

“I don’t think you’re scared, I think you’re mad. And that’s okay” I’m sobbing

YES THE FUCKING SECURITY DETAIL

Kristen is so low, oh no

A 0 initiative 🥲

FUCK THIS IS WHAT RAGHS MOM ABSORBED!?!? Gorgug is the greatest wizard of our time

Abjurative grammar is prescriptive. Iykyk.

I knew the DC would be high

NAT 20 BEARDSLEY IN THE FUCKING HOUUUUUUUSE

YESSSSS HEALED CASSANDRA 😭

Oh fuck oh fuck bad stars

Let it out Cassandra, feel your feelings

Oh my goodness, philosophers scone

OOP PAUL BLART INTERGALACTIC MALL COP

It’s not the nightmare king??????

41 damage each, damn Adaine

We aren’t even half way through guys

BAHAHAHAHAHHA playful picking on Riz

Mass dispelling?? Damn

????? TUMMY ACHE SURVIVOR????

THE SHRIMP!!!!!!

Why is Fig a walking embodiment of Murphy’s law rn???

WHAT THE FUCK

NO NO NO DID GILEAR STEAL HER LUCK??????

IS THIS QUADRANGLE FUCKERY??????

Okay it’s just a curse

WAIT WHAT???

Cloaca why 😂

Whoopsies, shattered the shatter star

Oh fuck, rage Adaine is scary dude

Is this some rage and revenge deity??

Anyone but Conor

BAHAHAHAHAHA “no no, this is gonna happen”

“Stay hot Conor”

NOT KALINA NO

RAGH??????

Not the shimmy

WHAT IS KALINAS AC

44 DAMAGE??

Old Fabian

Legend has it the wizard is still waiting for his strudel with sauce

WHAT THE FUCK NO NOT CASSANDRA NO NO NO

“Unfortunately stop flossing”

COMPELLED DUEL ON KALINA OH FUCK

3!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!

Worst mall cop ever, Paul Blart would never

🤣 “is that not property damage??”

I’m so scared for Cassandra guys

Kristen and Cassandra are down oh no 🥲

BARDIC SHRIMPSPIRATION

NO NAT ONE NO NOOOOOOOO

Somewhere Katja Cleaver is raging because Conor Counterspell said he hates horses

A ball. Not *the* ball

ARMOR ZOMBIE AND LICH IM LIVING FIR THESE NAMES

Bards and Noble 🤣

Kristen coming in with the hugs

Box of doom has been working hard this episode

Shake out the bad ones

Screaming crying throwing up

I can’t look

Dammit Murph

Ecaf again

“What are you talking about girlieeeee?”

Brendan’s stare scares me

FUCK

Strudel for the win Girlie!!!

“One more roll girlie 🤪”

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no circle of death oh no

COUNTERSPELL MY BELOVED

“How old are you” “45” “gross”

WAIT WHAT TIME REVERSE TO- TEN SECONDS

Conor, you’re the best secret service agent ever

WHAT????? WHERES CASSANDRA??????

WHAT????????

I’m so fucking scared right now

Wait is Cassandra a triple goddess? Like how Hekate is a triple goddess, is Cassandra one? Cause Cassandra, Nightmare king, and a divine thing that isn’t a different divinity?

I want to enjoy “we got that bad boy buttered” but I can’t 🥲

Dead stare 🥲

I love Hangman 🥹

Feral Murph

NAT 20 SHRIMP JUMP

Thousand yard stare

Best shrimp jump ever

Maximum legend

That’s right, kick flip the system

Fuck KandyKorn Lullaby

See you at Basrars, I’ll be sobbing into my ice cream

[mrboypussy]

this is an nsfw/18+ blog, minors dni

- doc, 22, he/him, white leftist.

- transgender & transsexual butch* man. queer & questioning (not into cis men, potentially butch4femme). top. switch.

*im questioning & nothing quite fits right atm. if you relate to my experience i encourage you to message me! & if my attempts at sewing preexisting language into something that fits makes you uncomfortable, youre welcome to block me.

- hrt for almost 3 years, top surgery for <6 months :-)

shoot me an ask/message if i should take a post down & ill do so asap!

click read more for limits & what i’m into!

LIMITS!

- raceplay, ageplay, fauxcest, detrans/misgendering.

- blood, watersports, scat.

- i dont like partnered bottoming.

WHAT IM INTO!

general

- pits. body hair. femmes. other tboys.

- clothed sex. skirts & sundresses, pulling underwear to the side (or ripping holes for quick&easy access… woof), being fully dressed while my partner is fully nude. big on lingerie (stockings w seams down the back…). also just dressing up & going out & then coming home and getting nasty & disheveled.

- outdoor/public play. also mirrors & home videos/photos.

- dirty talk.

- possessiveness. leave a lipstick kiss on my neck or cheek. cover my chest in them. let me collar you. “my butch,” “my femme.”

giving

- im most into getting my partner off, so ill indulge most kinks, interests, & activities that dont impede my limits.

- sensory play. blindfolds, ice, wax, bondage, figging/chemicals. in contrast, hickeys & light impact.

- breeding/creampies (not into pregnancy. great news about my ability to reproduce as a top)

- fisting

- teasing, edging, overstim, praise

recieving

- sensual touch. chest, arms neck, back, face - ill melt. i dont really like the sensory feeling of a mouth on my body (hickeys, body kisses, biting) but i love having hands on me.

- begging, praise, teasing :] i want enthusiastic consent and participation

- cock worship. both tdick & strap.

- oral (no penetration)

[gods-favorite-autistic]

The autism made me do it

I wrote a Fabian-centric hurt/comfort fic with Adaine being a good friendsie and Fabian having trauma

Summary below the cut, tw for graphic descriptions of violence (through flashbacks, talking about Johnny Spells and Doreen but mainly Johnny Spells) and panic attack

Blood.

Blood on the street. Blood on the leather jacket Fig grabs. Blood on Fabian's face. Blood on Fabian's hands where he had helped search the body for clues, because that's what they had to focus on, not the horrible sound of flesh against pavement or the hole in Johnnys throat or the bits of bone showing from underneath the ripped apart skin. He had to help, he needed to do something, he needed this to mean something, he can't have murdered this man for nothing, he needed to do something, why couldn't he just breathe-

Fabian awoke with a gasp.

Or

Fabian has a nightmare about Johnny Spells. He calls Adaine to commiserate over their worst kills.

[jq37]

.....fuck. Ok, so the simple answer is Cassandra's going Nightmare King. But that "she's at my side once more" thing gives me hope that this is something else and not entirely Kristens fault. Could be the Elf side of Galacaea reacting badly to the Wolf side gaining prominence and she's trying to grab for any piece of her old self to gain a controlling foothold. On the lighter side of things, Kristen believing she's a full-on actual political candidate and trying to give a speech to steel-workers was gut-bustingly hilarious. Less light-hearted, Adaine needs to stop attacking her financial woes as a teenager and start attacking it as a wizard adventurer. And lose the crap job, a 40% discount is not worth those 8 hours she's losing every shift. She can get a lot more done with that time. But she's a kid who's trying to solve this on her own instead of the common sense move of reaching out to adults who know more. Siobhan commits to the bit, I'll give her that. Bizarely, Gorgugs 400% course load is actually is the most solvable problem. Get Digby and Wilma to tutor him and help him speedrun through the Freshman and Sophomore material and then play catch-up on the Junior year material. He might have drop the Owl Bears, he needs those hours. Fig is killing it so hard in all her classes, it would be fucking hilarious if she's the Bad Kid who graduates as valedictorian. This one ran long, sorry about that.

OK, my quick thoughts on everything before I sit down to write this recap tomorrow (I finished my notes today--geez these JY eps are LONG):

Kristen: Wild that the thing Kristen has chosen to go all in on is her high school bid for class president and not *gestures vaguely* literally anything else. Funny, but wild. My best guess until we have more info is that this is an "As above so below" thing because the wizards getting ripped and aggressive is super random except for the fact that the main things that Kristen has been doing in the past few months is getting ripped and being aggressive to Cass. But we're working with incomplete info so we'll see.

Adaine: Girl, take Aelwyn's chest of rubies and sell it for cash and buy stuff with that! Or better yet, use your Oracle/general divination powers to figure out the lotto numbers/stock futures and exploit that! Honestly, even killing your mom is a better plan that working at Fantasy Auntie Anne's!

Gorgug: :( Hang in there buddy. It's wild when everyone else is dealing with kind fantasy problems--even Adaine's thing is tinged with Fantasy what with the absurdity of the items she needs to get--and Gorgug is just dealing with…a completely regular school problem. That's rough man. I personally feel like I'd try to join a club or something to show off my skills rather than doing it on the books if this requires a 400% course load but I hope he can make it work. Though, it would also be interesting for them to do a, "There's no shame in trying and failing," storyline because man that's just so much work and that's an important thing to learn.

Fabian: If you want Adaine to be at your party then give her some of your massive pile of gold so she doesn't have to work a crappy mall job. The girl is filtering gold flecks out of discounted booze and you know that because you're the one who gave her permission to do it. Either help her or don't be sulky when she can't make your shrimp party!

Fig: Fig as surprise valedictorian has the same energy as Annie realizing she and Shirley are neck in neck for the position even though Annie is the type A control freak (this is a Community ref for anyone who's like whomst?). That would be so funny. But also, it wouldn't be crazy! Fig was super preppy before she decided to be punk. I wouldn't be surprised if her grades were always good and she's also passionate about everything she does. If she wasn't set on sticking it to the man, she'd be so so so solid.

Riz: You didn't mention him but I wanted to give him a section anyway. Hi Riz :)

OK, that's it for now. Can't wait for next ep! (And no worries about this ask being long. I like getting long D20 Asks!)