#risa shut up

[sapphoseraphim]

Season two of Blood of Zeus is such a massive disappointment, but I guess I'll finish it just to see what happens

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

me: -still has to do a lot of prep stuff for a job app on friday-

My brain: If you don't let me hang out with touya (write) I'm gonna kill us both

[sashiavi]

my pretty bestie put this filthy idea into my head with their amazing new Sambastian x Reader Fic - I'm begging you to read it ♡♡

This is lowkey a response to it but it can be stand alone maybe I think-

Stardew Valley Sam x Reader x Sebastian

Warnings : 18+ Smut | threesome | sloppy seconds | afab reader | bit of spit | breeding | creampie | not beta read its 1am and risa has a migraine rahah >:) ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ¹.³k

Yoba, weren't you just a treat. Sam couldn't stop the filthy dribble of words that leaked from his lips, undermining you to just his little sweet thing.

All pretty and fucked out on Sebastian's crinkled sheets, cheeks flushed, chest heaving hard while you smile so sweet and stupidly at him. Your head lulls in Sebastian's lap, thoroughly blissed with the brutal fucking he'd laid out barely moments before. Sam palms his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs, warm fingers now cool in comparison to your hot skin. He spreads your legs, hushing down any mindless resistance you may have for him.

"S' my turn now- Yeah?" Sam practically slurs. A breathless chuckle comes from the other man; Sebastian, effortlessly shifting you up for Sammy, holding you for him, showing you off.

Sam nearly moans at the sight of your juicy, ruined cunt. Drooling with Sebastian's thick and creamy cum, already making a sticky mess down your gooch. Eloquent as ever, Sam.

The twinge in his cock forces a hot dribble of pre out of his pudgy head, the poor boy struggles to snap his mouth shut, breathing out in a low 'ohh'.

"You gonna stare at her-? or fuck her?" Sebastian can't help but tease, two fingers coming down in a V shape, outlining the creamy mess of your cunt for Sam. The keening whine you give him forces his eyes to roll, chin tipping upward to swallow down the building saliva, pooling up under his tongue. Your body retracts back into Sebastian's, still somehow embarrassed despite being rooted in front of Sam barely moments before.

"Give her a kiss, Sammy" Sebastian cooes again, ego surely inflated as if Sam hadn't had his own lips on him while the brooding asshole had you fucked stupid between them. Despite Sebastian's teasing he obliges, swatting haphazardly in the other's direction, getting up close to your swollen bitten lips. His cock catches against the swollen lips of your cunt as his tongue takes to your mouth. He kisses you hard, teeth biting into your lips, catching onto your tongue to suckle and bite at while his hips crane into your own.

"S-sham-!" You slur on his lips, words coated in drool, spitting from your lips when you try to talk. Sam smushes your lips in another kiss, urging you right back into lapping on his tongue.

Fuck, he could stick it right in right now. Juuust angle his hips right and slip into that tight, wet little hole his beloved friend had so graciously stretched up for him. Sam's cock was fat and meaty and he knew it, drooping down, barely even standing tall when he was fully hard. His pudgy head smears all the yummy goop dribbling from your cunt. He groans when you lean into him, licking back into his mouth, tilting your hips up for him to snag on to your pussy.

His fat tip finally, finally pushes in, thick mushroom head locking into the milky squeeze of your hole.

"That's it, Baby- Thaaat's it.. Fuck. Oh fuck..." Sam whines against your lips, tongue back in your mouth as he eagerly humps against your sticky pussy. Sebastian groans behind you, hands on your tits already, pinching and twiddling at your nipples, squeezing and groping at the soft swell of your chest.

Fuck, you were sloppy on his cock, gushy fucking pussy leaving a thick, creamy ring around him. Yoba he wants you to squeeze him, keep all that fucking cum up inside you, use him to push it all back in.

Sam pops off of your lips with a loud smack, throwing his head back, working his hips with such a feat of heated passion, languid in his movement. Godamn he'd been missing out, watching Sebastian steal away your precious pussy from him, finally it was his fucking turn. Sam braces his hands on your hips, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin, pinning your pussy down for him to mount and grind into.

He watches your head throw back on to Sebastian's shoulder, throat vibrating with a high whine, pretty tears pebbling in your under eye.

"Sammyyyy~" You moan into Sebastian's ear, your teeth connected with a shiny strand of drool when you open up your mouth. The other man tuts, underlined with an undeniable sense of mock affection, cooing a little 'awhh' into your cheek, dangerously faux. His veiny hand trails up your body, lengthy fingers hooking under your throat. He practically yanks your head down, the tips of his fingers threatening to pop your jaw out.

"Watch him, Baby." Sebastian's voice drops to a low growl. Sam can't help but also follow his instructions, craning his head down to watch his fat, chubby length squish in and out of your swollen and pudgy pussy. Fuck, that creamy bubbly slick dribbling all over the place, sticking to his balls in stringy webs everytime his hips snapped right into your own. God he can't help but spit on it, adding to the absolute mess in your lap, hot globs of drool right on your perky budding clit while he fucks you into his best friend's lap.

"Fuck- Shit m' close.." Sam ups his pace, eyes never leaving the hot swell of your stretched up hole, wrapping so, so fucking prettily around his girth. Sebastian's other hand creeps down your torso, toying with your belly, purposely running his fingers down in comical steps right down to that slick and spit covered clit of yours.

Sammy-! Seb- f..fUCK!" Your little voice cries when Sebastian finally rubs mean, tight circles into your clit, pace chaotic and all too much for you to handle quietly. Your moans grow louder, practically echoing through Sebastian's basement room, your legs trying and failing to snap back together, permanently caged apart by Sam's hips.

Sam could tell you were coming close- and godamn did it feel good, that subtle quiver, squeezing on his cock in cute little pulses accompanied by your sweet, sweet moans. He snaps his head up at a particularly loud squeal, finding Sebastian's teeth sunken into your neck, lips suckling hard bruises on your skin. The other man's purple eyes match with his own, craning up to look through his eye brows. He's nearly embarrassed to admit that it nearly sends him fully over the edge, but what truly does it is that sweet, sweet squeal that ripples from your throat.

God your cunt squeezed on him good. Sam's fingers dig harder into your hips, grinding his own hard into your poor clit, squishing Sebastian's fingers between the two of you. Fuck, the gush of your pussy on his cock, practically squirting a hot mess all over his balls, forcing him to breed the shit out of you - really, you were asking for it.

Sam cums with a bite to his lip and a strangled groan, hips snapping heavy and hard, riding out the tight squeeze of your cunt. Now you were just milking him, sucking up all the filthy cum from him and Sebastian like a dirty slut. He makes sure his pudgy tip pushes up on your cervix as he blows hot ropes of cum inside of you, practically emptying his balls up in your womb. Fuck- think of that- watching your belly swell with God knows who's kid.

Sam swears his ears ring, brain too mushy to even think straight, barely registering the little whines and cries of 'it's t' much!' from your pretty lips. He finally steadys himself, plugging up your puffy hole with his chubby girth, keeping all that yummy batter all up in your pussy.

He sighs, his airy breath tinged in a whine of his own voice, body flopping down on top of both you and Sebastian. Despite your protests he just nuzzles into your bruised up neck, pressing a wet kiss behind your ear, even sneaking one on Sebastian's chin before letting out a fake snore.

Sebastian snorts and shoves his shoulder, feigning annoyance at the sleepy golden retriever of a man, also ignoring your protests to get off, instead wrapping his arms around you with a low chuckle in his chest.

[kingkatsuki]

This art had me thinking of doing a Photo Booth with Sakura for the first time.

Just thinking about Sakura, who hates having his photograph taken for anything because he remembers being a kid and having it taken for classroom attendance, so all the other kids used to make fun of his picture when it was stuck up on the wall.

There isn’t a single selfie or photograph of him on his phone, his gallery completely void of any images apart from a few photos of his omlette rice, Risa-Chan and the selfies and photos you always send him of your day or the cute things you see. He has auto-save on for everything you send.

So of course he freaks out when you ask him whether he wants to do a photobooth with you when you’re out on an arcade date, seeing the little machine in the corner as it strikes you that you still don’t have any photos with Sakura despite the fact that you’ve been dating for a lil while now.

He reluctantly agrees, but it’s only because the gruff “no” he virtually shouts at you the first time you ask makes your face drop and it hurts his chest seeing you so upset. So he’s shouldering into the tiny booth with you after, and you tell him that you’re gonna have to sit on his lap because there’s not much space in there and he’s BLUSHING.

And he has no idea how to pose or where to look as he practically glares into the lens of the first one, fighting the urge to hide his face behind you as the second flash happens just as he gets distracted by how cute you look smiling into the camera. The third photo happens just as you turn to look at him, and you catch him completely off guard in the fourth when you lean over to cup his cheek and pull him into a soft kiss.

After when the photos come out he’s looming over your shoulder to look down at the strip, not even seeing himself as he’s completely enamored by how pretty you look in every single photo. Feeling the heat flood through him again when he gets to the bottom one and sees you kissing him like that.

“Can I keep this?” He murmurs, and the sweet way he asks has butterflies tickling your chest as you smile up at him. Telling him that you can rip it in half, or do another strip if he wants.

And he’s never stuffed his hands in his pockets to fish some more coins out so fast in his life as he tosses them into the machine to do another round so you can both have a copy.

He’s more prepared for the photos this time, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the flashes but when it gets to the fourth he notices that you haven’t turned to pull him into a kiss like you did on the last one. And it makes him pout with frustration because he wants a photo like that, it was part of the reason he got back into the booth with you in the first place—

But this time he’s the one grabbing your face, his large hand grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he catches you off guard as he pulls you into a rough peck, practically smashing his lips against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut as he sees the flash blare out through his eyelids. And now it’s your turn to feel your body heat up, because Sakura has never openly showed you that much affection in such a public place.

So as you wait for the second strip to print, you’re snatching it before Sakura even has a chance— because you definitely want this one.

[the-massive-simp]

HI can i request alhaitham x fem reader with multiple orgasm denials pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🥺(and other kinks too idm anything!)

have a great day :3

a/n: recently i'm starting to appreciate this know-it-all slab of meat and his undeniably juicy pecs, so here you go anon 😋

warnings: mdni, smut under the cut. porn with basically no plot, afab reader, panties pulling, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, punishment, oral (f receiving), squirting, slight degrading, dom and jealous alhaitham. kavetham x reader at the end hehe (risa this one is for u😼)

Your whole body is tense, a natural effect of the worry for whatever punishment Alhaitham had planned for you. He saw you talking with some other guy, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers, and immediately felt a cold feeling pooling in his chest. When you got home, he grabbed you by your arm before you could say anything and pulled you on his lap on the couch. And now you're here, back to his chest, his thighs keeping your legs wide open while he pulls your panties up, looking at the way your folds leaked at his actions. "Alhaitham..." He gives another tug to your panties, making you mewl. "Shut up. This is what you get for being such a brat. My attentions and Kaveh's are not enough for you? Do you need to flirt with other men?". "I wasn't -" He interrupts you by ripping your little panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Lying will only make your punishment worse. Take it without complaining, and there won't be other consequences. " You sigh, knowing that he wasn't going to change his mind, and relax a bit in his embrace, before he spanks your pussy, making you gasp. He shushes you, rubbing your clit and smearing your wetness all over your folds, before slapping your clit again, one, two, three times. Then he mercifully starts playing with your clit, rubbing and circling it, continuously changing pace and pressure. He pinches it sometimes, making you jolt and whimper so prettily on his lap, working you closer to your orgasm. Your moans get more frequent, your body tenses up, your pussy twitching, and then he just stops. "No 'Haitham please- I need it-" You pant, feeling your climax just out of reach, trying to buck your hips into his hand, but he places it on them to keep you still. He ignores every plea that leaves your slip, only starting to touch you again when he knows your peak is far again. He goes on with this little game of his for what feels like hours. He plays with your clit, inserts his digits inside of you to press on that spot that makes you see stars, rolls and pulls your nipples, bites your neck before soothing the slight pain with kisses. When Kaveh finally gets home, your fluids have dripped on Alhaitham's lap and on the couch a long time ago. You hear the blonde drop the keys (that he actually didn't forget for once) in the bowl at the entrance before making his way to the living room. When he sees what's going on, he leans on the door frame, smiling at the view of his lovers on the couch. You look at him with big, teary eyes, silently begging him to put an end to your torture. He looks at Alhaitham, who nods to give him permission to finally make you cum. The architect then quickly walks to the couch, kneeling in front of your dripping and twitching pussy, immediately sticking his fingers inside of you and latching his lips on your puffy clit. He sucks on your sensitive bud, curling his fingers inside of you, while Alhaitham takes your nipples between his fingers to stimulate you even more. They quickly work you to the edge of your climax, only intensifying their actions when your body starts to twitch uncontrollably, your thighs squishing around Kaveh's head, your head thrown back on Alhaitham's shoulder. Streams of a clear liquid come out of your cunt, greedily drink by the blonde man. You slowly come back from your high, only to realize Kaveh has unzipped his pants and is slowly jerking his cock in front of your hole.

"You didnt think it was over, did you?"

[luvnami]

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - it's been a while, apologies if my writing is rusty. i've been playing bg3 and it's all i can think about recently, so i hope you enjoy this short piece. written for gn!reader/tav

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - risa​

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 486

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜

not a cloud taints the night sky of your camp. the wind is refreshing for a midsummer’s night, rustling the leaves of nature. the moon hangs high above the land in an expanse of inky darkness speckled with blinking stars. 

astarion lies next to you. his naked skin presses against your own, and the curls of his hair tickle your cheek lightly. his thumb runs in circles on your hip idly as his eyes ponder the night.

“astarion?” 

“yes, my love?”

he replies instantaneously, the affection rolling off his tongue in a single breath. the corners of your lips curl into a smile.

“what are you looking at?” 

“constellations.”

in an attempt to make sense of the stars, you tilt your chin upwards and gaze into the sky. it all seems to be a mess of scattered luminescence to you. you rest your hand on his waist. 

“which ones? i can’t make out anything.”

“the north star, darling. polaris.”

you squint. the campfire crackles a distance away from the both of you. the rest of your party members lie in deep slumber, but a loud snore from halsin breaks your thoughts. you giggle. astarion huffs lightly and rolls his eyes. 

“and here i was enjoying a quiet night,” he mutters. 

“he must be tired.”

“mm.”

astarion turns onto his side. he nuzzles your neck, lips barely ghosting the bite marks he had given you earlier on. goosebumps prickle your skin and your body leans into his. 

“the stars themselves revolve around the north star. did you know that?” 

his breath is warm.

“no, i don’t find myself looking at the sky much. how do you know that?” 

“you learn a lot when the stars were your only friends for two centuries, darling. they’re more reliable than most others.”

you fall silent. astarion’s nose bumps against your jaw and you tilt your head further to give him more space. he presses kisses against your skin, trickling them down from your cheek to your collarbone. 

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“what for?”

“for bringing up any bad memories.”

astarion pauses in thought, and his hand grazes the small of your back. he plants his lips once more by the side of yours.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about… silly things like that. you should get some rest, or lae’zel will have my head on a pike for keeping you up all night – as lovely as that would be.”

from his waist, your hand ventures up to his cheek. astarion tenses instinctively, momentarily. your eyes meet and only then does he melt into your touch, his eyelids fluttering shut. 

“good night, astarion.”

he hums in response. 

under the watchful eye of polaris and a million other stars in the sky, you fall asleep next to the little star by your side.

[julysn]

you rock my world [hayrisa]

INCLUDES. royal au, bodyguard hayden & princess risa. fluff. one-sided kinda.. idek anymore.

SYNOPSIS. risa falls asleep so hayden carries her to bed.

WORD COUNT. 770

NOTES. i want. amonster rn 😴 slightly ooc? should i be taking notes in ap human geography? yes but hayrisa…….

written for @calicoclovers in mind

Hayden would much, much rather be a jester, but instead, he stands beside Princess Risa as she addresses a crowd of her adoring citizens. They could've given him any job, any duty, even sweeping the floor would be a better way of spending his days at the palace than being the princess's bodyguard. His job just consists of following her around and succumbing to her wishes.

He watches with a bored expression, his usual cheeky smirk absent from his face. The princess stands at a podium, giving a speech about God-knows-what while the citizens of the kingdom cheer. He would do anything to be a jester, he would love to entertain people with his lame jokes. And this uniform was simply loathful.

His shaggy blonde curls fall over his eyebrows, sapphire eyes sparkling underneath the sunlight. He stands tall, lanky body accentuated by his white uniform. There's a bit of softness in his features, lips curled down into a faint frown as he was instructed to do.

Risa, on the other hand, appears perfect. Dark, soft waves cascade down her shoulders, complimenting her honey-toned skin. She moves and speaks with elegance and grace, her speech receiving applause and cheers from the crowd. She's in a purple co-ord, her stylist not bothering to dress her in a gown, but that doesn't make her any less beautiful.

After a few minutes, she finishes her speech, receiving a round of applause and many cheers from her adoring citizens. The kingdom truly loved her, and who could blame them? She’s the epitome of elegance.

“That was good, princess.” Hayden flashes her a charming yet cheeky smile as he steps beside her, the two of them walking back inside the palace.

Risa raises an eyebrow, unable to decipher the tone behind his compliment. She knew how he could be. “Was that sarcasm?”

“Maybe.” The blonde shrugs, letting a smirk rest on his lips. If he was being honest, he wasn't really paying attention—he had to be on the lookout for any threats to the princess or the royal palace, that was his job—and the flash of news cameras was distracting him from what she was saying.

“I'm so exhausted,” Risa complains, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she flops down on a nearby couch and lets her head toss back against the plush cushions. She's got violin lessons in the evening, and what time was it? 3 PM? She could sneak a quick nap before then.

Hayden stands beside the couch, running his hands down his uniform and patting the fabric to make himself appear more neat. “Already?”

Risa doesn't reply, instead shifting her body and laying down, resting her head against a pillow as her eyes flutter shut. She needed a nap, she needed energy. Her loyal bodyguard watches as she drifts off into slumber, gentle breaths leaving her parted lips.

The blonde smirks, chuckling at the sight of the princess all cozied up on the couch. She was adorable, no wonder why Prince Connor had taken such a liking to her and had come to visit the kingdom every chance he could.

He scoops her up, holding her in his arms as he begins to walk towards the stairs. He's surprisingly strong for someone as slim as him, gaining that strength after his mandatory bodyguard training. He ascends the staircase, every step slow and steady to not awaken the princess, holding her carefully.

The hallways are long and beautiful, walls adorned with various paintings of the royal family and the king's predecessors. Rugs line the floors, pots full of beautiful flowers at the end of the hallway. Once they reach Risa's room, a small butterfly hanging on the door to indicate who it belonged to, Hayden pushes it open and dims the lights, being careful to not disturb her slumber.

Her room's big, fit for royalty, commissioned paintings bringing life to her plain walls. A delicately crafted pink canopy sits above her bed, complimenting her soft and fuzzy comforters. Hayden’s always wondered what would it be like to sleep in her bed, to be surrounded by warmth and comfort, but he’s got to push these desires away as he carries her to bed.

“Sweet dreams, princess.” He whispers as he gently lowers Risa's sleeping form onto her bed, tucking her into her blankets and making sure she is at ease. He hesitates, but decides to lean down and kiss her forehead, an uncharacteristic gesture considering his usual sarcastic and flippant personality.

A part of him wants to get in bed beside her, but he fights against it.

For now, he’d stay professional.

[101-android-luvr-010]

Spot Tales pt1

Data's POV:

Second officer's personal log supplemental:

Stardate: 44250.0

This is the 1,339th day sense the Enterprise was first commissioned. The Enterprise has entered orbit around the planet Risa. The crew, including Lt. Barkley, Commander Riker, Captain Picard, and my best friend, Geordi LaForge, have taken shore leave for the next 72 hours. Today also marks 7 birthdays, a Klingon celebration of the Q'onoS Festival, 1 staff transfer, and 13 weekend school assignment of the 6 though 9 grade.

The door slides with a slight hesitation and Data walks out of his quarters, his brows furl in thought and he tilts his head at the door as it shuts. He begins to walk down the corridors of the Enterprise to engineering.

Data's POV:

However, I have noticed several minor anomalies within the ship's systems. Including environmental controls, the replicators and slight delays in the diagnostics system.... I plan to run a Level 2 diagnostics to ensure no underlying issues are present. This should take approximately 1 hour and 19 minutes to complete.

Data enters engineering, his strides long and deliberate. passing lt.s and other crew members under his, and Lt. Comm. LaForge's command. Back at his quarters, Spot lays on his desk grooming herself, when the door suddenly jitters open. The orange feline's ears perk up, stopping mid-lick. The door is frozen open, and Spot stretches her furry back and jumps down to the floor. The cat prowls curiously towards the opening, and walks out...

Data types away at the central control panel, approximately 11 feet straight away from the Warp coils. He then picks up his PADD that lays to the right of him, and glances down at the controls and continues to tap away on them with his lift hand. Showing the slightest glimpse of satisfaction, he puts his phone-like device into his pocket and starts to walk. His fingers momentarily lingering in the glass of the table.

Data's POV:

The anomaly in the ship's systems has been resolved. However, the resolution requires a complete systems restart to fully stabilize all effected systems. This process should take to all intents and perposes 25 minutes if it runs through optiomaily. In the meantime, I will return to my quarters and have some downtime... Perhaps play my violin and give Spot one of her feline supliments.

He walks to his quarters, but slowly stops as he sees his door wide open. He slowly approaches. His lips part slightly and he steps inside, having to manually close his door. He looks around, on his chair, by the plant she likes to try and eat and under his bed.

"Spot...?''

[heliads]

seven devils all around me - connor lassiter x roland taggart

Connor Lassiter is stuck in the basement beneath an antique store. Roland Taggart is waiting for him.

masterlist

They take the Unwinds away one by one.

It makes it better, somehow. The waiting. Better and worse. Better, because this means they’ll each individually move faster than if everyone was removed from the cellar underneath Sonia’s antique shop in one great, easily distracted group. Better, because there’s a slimmer chance of everyone getting caught by vengeful Juvey-cops if there’s just one feral moving at a time than a group of a dozen dead kids walking.

Worse, because it means that the familiar faces are disappearing slowly but surely. The idea exists that they are being taken somewhere safe, but no one can be certain. All Connor Lassiter knows is that the few people in this world that he even halfway trusts are vanishing into the hands of khaki-uniformed strangers. Every few days, someone else goes up the trapdoor and  back into the light, and their numbers shrink down to dust, a not-quite friend group being wound down into a mere handful of uneasy souls.

At first, it didn’t trouble Connor all that much. He pictured it like a doctor’s waiting room:  no matter how long he waited, they’d all be seen eventually. A couple of the kids he barely knew were taken first, which didn’t matter, but then he got to know the rest better and their loss hurt more than when he didn’t remember their names, so. That’s what he gets for trying to make friends, apparently.

As their numbers seriously started to thin, though, Connor started getting shifty again. All of a sudden, there were four. Connor and Risa (the baby removed first, probably less out of moral obligation than the need to get the wailing infant out of that tiny space), joined at the hip ever since they crossed paths while running away. Also remaining in the darkness is Hayden in the back, trying out his sarcastic jokes on an ever-shrinking group of people, and, because the universe apparently cannot hate Connor enough, Roland.

Risa goes next. Connor expected to feel more unsettled by her disappearance after so much time spent watching each other’s backs, but instead the first uncharitable thought in his mind is that at least he won’t be glared at every time he says something wrong. He’s not a flawless human being, even if Risa seems to expect that he’ll be just as perfect as she is.

About half a week later, soldiers in khaki come back down the stairs. Connor waits to see which one of the three remaining unwinds they’ll bring out. It must be him or Roland. Connor’s more of a high profile figure at this point, but Roland’s been here longer, and if they’re trying to get the kids who’ve been waiting for greater intervals, they’ve got to take him out first. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking, though.

To Connor’s surprise, the guards instead point to Hayden and gruffly tell him to get a move on. The blond pumps a fist in mock celebration, then glances between Connor and Roland. “Try not to tear each other to pieces, will you? Leave that for the Juveys.”

With those words of wisdom, Hayden heads for the door, not inclined to loiter in the dark basement any more than he has to. Connor can’t blame him. If he had the chance to get out, he’d sprint up those stairs in a heartbeat.

The guards replenish some of the supplies in the basement, then leave at last, shutting the trapdoor behind them with an ominous thud. Connor is left with the chilling realization that Hayden was the last person who could possibly stand between him and Roland. Now that Hayden’s gone, nothing can stop Roland from finally acting on the hatred that’s been simmering between both of them from the second Connor got here.

Connor can’t believe they’d actually leave him here with Roland. When you have two guys who obviously hate each other’s guts, you don’t abandon them to each other. It reminds Connor of a riddle he heard when he was a kid– a chicken, some corn, and a fox stuck on one side of a river, a raft only big enough for two passengers, and a hapless farmer forced to figure out the order in which to ferry his passengers across so nothing gets eaten. Whoever’s playing the game with their lives has obviously fucked up this round, but unlike in a riddle, there are no second tries. Connor is left to get consumed by the fox eyeing him coldly from the other side of the basement.

Above him, the footsteps of the guards and Hayden bleed away, softened by antique rugs and then gone for good. Most days, Connor likes to pretend that he can hear trucks coming and going. It makes him believe that maybe there is a plan for all of them after they leave, that they won’t just be dumped somewhere alone again.

Today, though, he hates it. Hates them for leaving them here. Shouldn’t they know better? Even Hayden managed to figure that out in the span of a second. Any soldier with a week of experience should be able to tell that you don’t stick the two kids who hate each other the most in a dark basement with only the other for company. Already, Connor’s eyes are adjusting to the gloom again, but he doesn’t like the sight any better than he did on his first day.

“So,” a cold voice rings out across the semi-darkness. “They actually left us here alone. Didn’t think they’d do it.”

Connor scoffs, trying not to let any sign of apprehension slip through. “What, you got bored of my lively personality?”

“Humor doesn’t suit you, Connor,” Roland drawls. “Hayden got away with it because we liked him better than you. You can’t hide behind him any longer, though. It’s just us down here. Just you and me.”

“Charming,” Connor mumbles. “But it’ll be over in a few days. Then one of us will be alone. I hope it’s you.”

Something almost like sympathy twists at Connor’s gut as he says it. Even though he despises Roland, the thought of being alone down here in the dark and depressing basement is a fate he would kill to avoid. If he’s thinking that, though, Roland probably is too. And if Connor is willing to kill to not be the one left behind, Roland must be foaming at the mouth at the thought of it.

Roland chuckles. The sound issues across the basement until it coasts up to Connor, making the hair on his arms stand up with a rush. They’ve positioned themselves to be as far apart as possible, but their placement on opposite sides of the basement means that they’re constantly staring each other dead in the eyes. One blink, one glance away, and one of them could be on the other in a heartbeat. So they keep staring, and no one moves. There are no more bodies to keep between them. Just Connor, and Roland, and the awful distance between.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love it if they left me here? Bet it would make you feel awfully safe if I was locked up all the time. You think you’re a big man, Connor, but you’re scared of me.”

Connor scoffs and looks away. There’s a little too much knowledge in Roland’s gaze, and it sharpens to a knifepoint between Connor’s brows. In his peripheral vision, Connor can see Roland shifting slightly, jutting his chin up. Proud. Correct. Despicable.

“I’m not scared of you. Guys like you are a dime a dozen. If I wanted a greasy thug, I’d go to a gas station.” Connor spits out.

Roland stands in one swift motion, like he’s been yanked up by an invisible hand. Connor’s head jerks back up, but he’s looked back too late– Roland is already moving. The pretense is gone. Whatever they do here, they’ve been building up to it since the first day.

At first, Roland just hovers on the balls of his feet, leaning casually against the wall behind him. The basement is not tall, and he has to bend slightly so his head doesn’t scrape the ceiling. This gives the impression that Roland is leaning towards him, close enough to reach. Close enough to snap his jaws shut around Connor’s throat.

“You are scared,” Roland breathes triumphantly. “You’re so obvious. Even if you left me here, you’d never stop being scared. You’d go all across the world and you’d never stop thinking about me. I’d be a bigger part of you than anything.”

Connor shakes his head. “You’re wrong. You’re nothing to me.”

“I don’t believe you,” Roland hisses, and he’s across the basement in a second. Connor doesn’t even see him move. He blinks and the other boy is standing right in front of him, the tips of his shoes nudging Connor in the sides. He has Connor bracketed just slightly, hardly touching him but making it obvious that Connor cannot move without Roland’s express permission.

“You can’t do that,” Connor says. He feels like a little boy, whining about someone stealing his toy. “You know the rules.”

Roland actually rolls his eyes. “There’s nobody down here, remember? They can’t see us.”

The rest goes unspoken. Nobody is here. Nobody would know. And nobody would tell. Certainly not Connor. That would mean admitting that he let one boy bother him to the point of telling, and even if they fight, Connor’s not a coward. He’s going to handle this himself.

He tries to stand, but Roland’s hand flashes out to grab him, pushing him down to the ground again by the shoulder.

“Get your hands off of me,” Connor spits.

“Make me,” Roland says, all teeth. He pinches Connor’s shoulder as he says it, further proof of what they both know by now to be true:  Roland does what he wants, when he wants. And Connor won’t do a thing to stop it.

“You’re crazy,” Connor says, leaning away from Roland. Maybe the guy will back off if Connor pretends he doesn’t care. “Did you get hit on the head recently? Be honest.”

“It’s sweet of you to ask,” Roland simpers. He sinks to one knee so he can get a better read of Connor’s disgust, and they’re practically breathing each other in now, barely a millimeter between them. “Of course, it’s not your job to worry. Not mine, either. It’s not my head anymore, is it? Belongs to the Juveys. Who knows who’ll get my brain? Maybe you might end up with a piece or two.” He knocks his fist against Connor’s temple, less like a punch, more like a tap against an unlocked door. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Not knowing who was flirting with your girl, me or you? Or maybe my brain’s too good for you. Maybe you’d get my arm instead.”

Connor tries not to let his disgust at the idea show, but he’s not entirely successful. His dislike must be obvious, because Roland flashes him a dark grin, the expression broad and all-consuming. “What, you don’t like the ink?”

“I’m not a big fan of dolphins,” Connor hisses back.

Irritated, Roland snaps his jaws, teeth crashing together just a hair’s breadth from the tip of Connor’s nose. He doesn’t flinch, thankfully, but his eyes track the movement nonetheless, which makes Roland’s victorious smile loom again as if he had moved after all. 

“See?” Roland says, smooth and slow. “Scared. I see you.”

“You wish,” Connor retorts. “I’d be more scared of a spider.”

“Prove it, then,” Roland tells him. He’s so assured of himself that he even leans back a little, resting casually where he kneels on the cold floor of the basement right in front of Connor. He truly doesn’t believe that Connor could do a damn thing to him that matters.

He’s wrong, though. Connor can. Roland is expecting a fight, or an insult, something he can counter, but that’s the wrong move. Mama may have raised a boy she could give away for forms signed in triplicate but she sure as hell didn’t raise a fool, so Connor knows he must do something terrible, something worse, something to ruin this dark place forever. There’s one last trick up Connor’s sleeve, but it’s the wrong move, it’s the wrong path to start because once he starts going he’ll never stop. He should back off now, but he’s just like Roland in that aspect– could never back down, could never do anything but hurl himself directly into trouble– there is simply no other option– no choice– 

Connor’s mouth collides with Roland’s so harshly that their teeth crush together. He has the brief thought that he’d like to do that again, leaving the other boy bloody and bruised, and a sharp spike of something hot but not entirely unpleasant courses through him at the thought. Connor’s hand locks onto Roland’s throat a moment later, fingernails scrabbling for purchase before sliding down to grip the neck of his t-shirt. Maybe he should have gone for the throat first instead of the mouth, but that wasn’t the part that mattered. It was an afterthought. Throttle the boy, but not before you make him yours.

Roland lets out a surprised choke of air, just enough for Connor’s stomach to twist with satisfaction at getting the other hand, before he kisses Connor back with the same force if not more, enough to knock Connor’s head back against the wall. Connor gasps at the impact, giving Roland enough purchase to start pushing him into the ground again. Roland would bury him beneath the earth if he could, Connor thinks. He would erase all evidence that Connor had ever existed. Only Roland would know that he had been there at all. 

He’d like that too, Connor thinks with a shiver. Having that power over Connor. Owning him in every way that matters. Absolutely evil, but Connor is worse, because he has seen all of that and liked it. And allowed it to continue. And started it first.

Roland pulls away just a little, leaving both of them panting for breath. He kneels over Connor like a wild animal, and there’s a spark of something new in his eyes. It might be respect. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Lassiter.”

“You don’t know anything,” Connor growls, and forces them back together. One of his hands is bunched in the material of Roland’s shirt, the other reaching up past the throat to knot in Roland’s dark hair. He’s seen it from across the basement for days now, how it seemed to suck in all the light that touched it. He’s wanted to touch it, too, for a very long time. Connor tugs on the roots, jerking Roland’s head back, exposing the veins pulsing against the skin. If he only had a blade– but he is the blade now, he is the weapon. Connor could kill him right now, and he wouldn’t even need a knife.

The thought shocks him out of whatever trance made him do this. Connor pushes him away, suffering for purchase against the dirty floor until he picks himself up and flings himself across the basement, ending up where Roland had been just minutes before. They stare at each other again, so far from where they started, but somehow exactly in the same position. Two lions stuck in a cage, pacing, circling, until one lunges to draw blood and they engage once more.

“This won’t happen again,” Connor informs him. Even he doesn’t believe it.

Roland laughs pityingly. “You tell yourself that. We’ve got plenty of time before they let us out. You’ll get bored. Face it, Connor. You can never let me go.”

Connor shakes his head resolutely. This was a breach of judgment, a one-time slip. A mistake that won’t repeat. But he can still taste Roland’s breath on his tongue, and he can see where Roland’s dark hair is mussed from his hands, and Connor knows– he knows that he is wrong. That it will happen again. And he will start it, or Roland will, or both of them. It won’t matter. In the dark of the basement, where no one knows they’re alive, they can do whatever they want. This is what Connor wants. He's in a position to take it, so he will, again and again until they pull him out.

Then, who cares. He doesn’t have to think about that. He doesn’t have to think at all.

Roland grins. He’s won this round. Connor will have to beat him at something else, find a way to expose his throat to the cold, violent air or otherwise make him weak. He still has two hands and a pulse. He’ll find a way to get back on top.

Until then, Connor doesn’t have to remember a thing. The darkness swallows everything anyway. No point in looking.

a/n: for u babe @nealshustermanbrainrot

unwind tag list: @reinekes-fox, @sirofreak, @locke-writes

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

OMG WAIT WAIT SHUT UP IT'S VIRGIL MOVE!!!!!!!!!!

can a man eat his ice cream damn

[dirtybackroad]

possess me

read on ao3 / tag list meg masters (demon) / risa (endverse) word count: 1.7k | rating: E

summary:

written for day 13 of @spntoxicfemslashevent: meg/risa

Risa sneaks away from camp to summon Meg. Meg shows her who she belongs to.

Meg was never a real threat, not in Risa’s eyes. This was the same amount of stupidity as Castiel’s pills or Dean’s reckless supply runs to support that habit. Meg was just a demon. Camp was warded. Risa was warded. They’d all gotten their matching tattoos at initiation, and regular ol’ possessions were rare these days. So, at the end of the day at the end of the world, Meg was no more dangerous than any other beating heart around here, and way more fun.

Plus, it is the end of the goddamned world anyway. Risa thinks she should be allowed something of her own. And so, on the nights Dean leaves her to her bunk at camp, Risa sneaks away into the night and scratches a summoning sigil into the ground in the woods outside of their compound.

A quick slice sends shockwaves of pain familiar as it is, across her palm. She opens up the scar and lets her blood spill on the ground, just a few drops into the dirt carving. There is silence humming in its absence like a vacuum for a moment, then -

Risa swears her ears popped once.

“What do you have for me tonight, baby?” Meg’s voice is like honey, carried the edge of a knife. Risa thinks back to camp, to the others, to Dean, to logistics and plans and the End of all Things.

“Our last real lead was over a month ago, you know that.” Risa is distracted, words coming out on a stutter, her eyes following Meg’s movements as she stalks closer.

“Hm, can’t a girl make conversation anymore? Maybe I wanna play house. ‘Honey, how was work today?’ And you say ‘Oh, fine, still haven’t killed your daddy yet, but we’re trying our hardest,’ and I’ll laugh and serve you meatloaf like a good little housewife.”

Meg crowds in close to where Risa kneels in the dirt, straddles her lap, and puts both hands in her hair.

Risa lets herself be moved and rests her hands easily on Meg’s hips. She tries and fails not to think of the woman whose body Meg stole for this.

“Is that the script you want me to follow?” Risa speaks as her eyes slide shut, Meg’s thumbs digging into her scalp.

“I’m just saying, it’d be fun to switch it up a little. Y’know, the tingly-feeling starts to wear off after the dozenth summoning.”

Have they really been doing this that long? Risa doesn’t know what to say, so she doesn’t say anything. She just keeps her eyes shut and leans her head back.

She doesn’t fight the groan that Meg pulls from her lips, the demon giving up on the head massage and moving straight to Risa’s weak spot. Meg latches her lips onto the soft skin right below her ear, stolen hands sliding down Risa’s back to thumb at her hip, absently tracing the anti-possession sigil there.

Meg said once it burns to the touch. Risa’s not sure if she believes her or not.

She’s shoved up against the trunk of some tree, caught between the rough bark and the searing heat of the woman-demon who Risa thinks might bring about her end, and all she can do is moan.

Meg seems hell-bent on leaving a mark; Risa does not want to have to explain that to Dean and so she grabs a handful of hair and yanks, hard, just like Meg likes it. It’s over from there, with Risa opening her eyes just in time to see Meg’s flash desire-black, a predatory open-mouthed growl rumbling through the air.

Meg shoves a hand between them, shifting her weight to one of Risa’s thighs. Her movements are furiously graceful, rough with the want-need that they’ve both come to expect from these encounters. Love bites were one thing, a red flag that carried Risa too close to being caught, but the way Meg fucked left behind marks more similar to a sparring match.

Easily explained were torn clothes and handprint bruises, less acceptable were flushed and swollen lips, teenage-hickeys and scratches-down-the back.

Risa’s thighs fall apart, the worn denim covering her legs stretching tight and uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter though. Meg doesn’t pay mind to her protestations, just hikes a leg further up and back; her other hand still greedily tearing at the closures of Risa’s jeans.

She gets the zipper down and lets out a victory cry, quickly muffling the sound in Risa’s chest, pulling back on the resistance the other woman’s hand in her hair provided.

She always moved this quick; Risa figured it was a demon thing but Meg fucked like it was a competition, clawing and fighting to the finish line with hell on her heels.

Meg got both hands on Risa’s jeans, fingers scrabbling at the waist to get a grip tight enough to pull her back and away from the tree, uncaring as Risa’s head bounced back against the earth below them with a thud as she let Meg lay her out.

A brief struggle later, and Risa’s jeans are down around her ankles, the roots of the tree digging into her back and dead leaves crunch-itching under her thighs. Meg wastes no time in shoving her fingers into Risa’s underwear, a glint in her eye when she finds the wet gathered there.

“Fucking filthy, Ris.” Meg’s praise cuts through the silence.

Risa is glad that her shame died with the rest of society because the way she throws her weight into the roll of her hips would be embarrassingly needy in another life. But here? Flat on her back in the dirt at the end of the world, Risa lets herself go.

Flattening her feet on the ground gives some leverage, and Risa’s hips rise off the ground. Meg moves a touch too fast, taking the angle change as permission that Risa never granted. She presses two fingers inside, curling them just right and watching with rapt fascination as Risa chokes out a long moan.

Meg laughs, low and throaty, and she thumbs open the button on those filthy fucking cargo pants she always wears. Risa looks up at her, and with the moon through the trees and the rising pleasure, she thinks insane things like maybe she could have Meg forever, like they could hole up in camp and share a bunk, just Risa and her demon girlfriend.

Meg bears down over her, wild eyes and a mean sneer that has Risa think she did something stupid like speak those wishes out loud.

“Sometimes I think you like this a little too much, sweetheart. What would Dean think if he saw you like this?” Meg grabs at Risa’s breast, hands rough, smearing dirt and debris on the front of her shirt. “Do you ever think about putting a knife in me the same way you think about my fingers inside you? Ever hear his voice in your ear, tellin’ you to gut the bitch?”

Risa leans up, searching for Meg’s lips, knowing if she can just shut her up she could end this, get a thigh up between Meg’s and let the demon whore rub off on her. It's Dean’s voice in her ear, and Risa’s angry, angry that Meg is right, angry that Dean has got himself inside her head like that. Her hands grasp for purchase on the ground, on Meg, on anything she can touch.

Meg just laughs, pulls just out of reach, fucks into her harder, rougher, moving on from her assault on Risa’s chest to instead claw at the small of her back. She tugs her up and into the air, eyes flashing black as Risa’s legs fall further apart. “I’d let you, if you wanted to try it. You could take me apart right here, slice your pocketknife right through me. I’d ask for more, beg for it even.”

Risa tries to block her voice out, squeezes her eyes shut, and tries to press her thighs together. She’s suddenly too aware of the moment. Risa swears she feels something crawl across her bare thigh; she looks down at her own wetness coating Meg’s wrist, sees where she’s inside her, feels that damned tree branch where it presses against her neck, wedged between her and the forest floor.

Meg doesn’t let it go. “Or do you want more?” She drops Risa’s hips down, slides a third finger inside her, digs her nails into the sigil on her hip. “You want me inside you, want me to see you,” Meg’s hissing now, the voice she speaks with coming from somewhere deeper than the woman’s chest she lives in.

Risa can barely think, her brain clouded with sulfur and mud and heat and her approaching climax. “I-“

“You what, sweetheart? You’ve never thought about it? About me n’ you?” Meg’s thumbnail presses deeper into Risa’s hip.

She’s so fucking close, needs just a bit more, needs Meg to just shut the fuck up, needs some sort of grip back on the situation here.

“No, I-“

“No?” Meg taunts her, matching her tone and whining the word out. God - did Risa sound that pathetic? “No, please? You want me to stop?” Her nail pokes deeper, teasing at the edge of breaking the skin. All it would take is one sharp movement, and Risa’s tattoo would be nothing but useless, broken lines.

“Didn’t think so.”

Risa can only whimper out her response.

Meg’s got the palm of her hand pressed up against Risa’s clit now, lets her rub up against it, doesn’t even call her a slut for how fucking needy she is for it. Risa’s hurtling towards the edge, and Meg watches with her eyes pitch black. Risa opens hers in time to lock in, her mouth falling open in a gasp for air as she reaches her climax.

Meg finally leans in and kisses Risa, hot and heady, taking more than she can give and leaving no room for the woman to catch her breath. She bites at Risa’s lip as she pulls away, but she doesn’t stop, she just keeps leaving till she’s standing over the bed of leaves they’d just consecrated.

Desecrated. Whatever.

“Stay?” Risa’s voice rings up at Meg from the forest floor. Meg just laughs. She leans down and presses a kiss to Risa’s forehead and leaves her there, lying in the mud. 

“Clean yourself up and get back to Dean, sweetheart.” 

Risa waits until she’s gone before she pulls up her jeans and gets herself together.

[nijicx]

I read the Miss Diss and Diesel Damsel episode plot summary, but do you have any other mock stories to share with your loyal servants?

BOY DO I

We have the internship arcs where both Izumi AND Eite both have secret villains as teachers. Adohira is working with Hebio and Garrote in order to basically get rid of all the heroes with combative abilities to fit with his 'no violence' approach to keeping order.

Eite almost getting his body stolen by his teacher Mobia in order for her to get into the school and have access to some of the most destructive arts on the planet. Then the resulting arc where he feels like an idiot for never knowing what was going on at all.

There's Arturo's little break with reality after his fight with Scab. He has a personality that cannot accept nuance, and cannot understand Scab at all, and he's never encountered someone he didn't at least marginally understand. He lets his anger boil over and attacks Scab, even though Scab isn't willing to fight anymore. Arturo has to more or less re-asses his understanding of everything he's done until this point and isolates from the rest of the group, resulting in Izumi moving into his spot on Winston's little cell instead of it being Winston, Monomiya and him.

THEN we have a fun arc where the kids find themselves in one of the satellite towns where those with arts gather that have been chased out of their own territories and end up living in ramshackle floating or submerged towns underwater in order to live peacefully and away from restrictions of mutants/art havers. The kids quickly find out that their presence is NOT appreciated like it is back home. The towns own protectors make that VERY clear to them. (Winston and the others are basically seen as dogs of the government, and the other art users are surprised they willingly allowed a governing body tell them what they can and can't do with their powers/bodies.) The kids quickly realize that the mission they were sent there to do was basically to be a show of force and pivot to helping the satellite town defend themselves.

Then we have the whole arc where Risa is tasked with turning into Nana to get close to Shimi which I did a little animatic for (but watch it at like +1.35 speed or something because my pacing is SO SLOW, it makes it so painful to watch lol

Then the arc where the kids learn that VIT has been allowing some of their past captures to help them on top secret missions and they all blow a fuse. Especially when they encounter Scab and Hangnail just out and about one night, and they demand Lin and the other VIT agents to explain. To which they more or less reply with "Did you really think it was only Izumi we were letting out on little field trips? Tell me you kids aren't still this self-absorbed?"

Then we have the arc where Winston is undergoing training to control his adrenalin response, since it sometimes overcomes his ability to feel pain, which means that his powers will sometimes fade if his fear becomes too great, it nearly caused him to get his chest caved in by Garrote during their first fight, and has to learn to try and keep himself from being too off guard. Garrote traumatizing the lot of them meaning that he feels fear the moment he feels pain, since he knows he'll have to fight again, and working through that with Miho and with Izumi, who's power is to induce fear.

I still got 3000 more, but ill shut up for now

[barbi2709]

Internal jokes with my friends I wanna explain to TXT

Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Genre: Crack (?)

a/n: Lol, I just thought about this a few minutes ago and it's so silly, sadly our internal jokes are in Spanish bc we're Mexicans but I did my best trying to explain it, sorry if it's not funny but if you're Hispanic it'd make sense I guess

[🌱] Choi Yeonjun

"Al power point"

So this is an evolution

In Mexico we have our own way of saying "Fr" which is "al chile"

So my friends and I made it evolution.

It passed from "al chile" to "al chili dog"

And then it passed to "al power point"

Let's be real, Yeonjun LIKES the dad's jokes

And even if this is not one of them, the fact that he's saying it while make it sound like a dad's joke.

Like imagine the members faces if they're gossiping about something and Yeonjun just says "al power point" out of nowhere

I can see Soobin's nasty look already

(rest of the members under the cut)

[🌱] Choi Soobin

"Que risa cepillin"

Now this HAS context

Like, a lot

So it all started with this video (sfw link ig)

Translation of the video: Uhhhhh, It reminds me of my childhood, when I was in kindergarten and we did a play. Haaaaaaaa! What a laugh cepillin, you're a fool and stupid

Now, Cepillin is an icon in Mexico, he was a kids comedian who used to do TV variety shows and stuff

So the video is a meme of a hater of cepillin calling him stupid and "naco" (It doesn't have a literal translation, but it's used to refer to someone of very low class and without manners)

So my friends and I use it ALL the THE TIME when someone makes a bad joke

We just say like "Que risa cepillin, con tus payasadas" With The most sarcastic grin and then we drop the smile inmediatly

Believe me, it's hilarious

I'd explain it to Soobin bc mf is sassy as hell

"Beomgyu is too bratty to know that he's an introvert and Soobin is too introverted to know he's bratty too"

So I see him making fun of the members with this

Like, someone made the worst joke ever (Yeonjun saying "al power point" lmao)

And he'll just go "Que risa cepillin 😀😐"

[🌱] Choi Beomgyu

"Cállate la bola"

Okay it literally means "shut the ball up"

Here comes the context:

So I had a sociology teacher that wasn't from Mexico (He was from Ecuador or Perú, idk & idc)

And whenever the class got too loud he shouted "Chicos, parenme bola!"

The literal translation is "Stop my ball"

But it's used as a way to say "Guys, pay attention"

But here in Mexico it sounds really bad lmao

Bc you're literally saying "stop my ball"

That kind of ball

So we make fun of it

So now my friends and I say "Cállate la bola" even if we're not talking at all lol

I would explain this to Beomgyu bc he's so loud and literally teases someone every time he breaths

So I think he'd say it to the members every 3 seconds even if they're not talking 💀

[🌱] Kang Taehyun

"Totn"

Okay so, this started for a friend that texts like shit

Like, she wrote once that she was heterogeneous instead of heterosexual (straight)

So that happened, instead of writing "tonta/tonto" (silly or stupid), she wrote "totn" which can be pronounced like "toten"

And we started saying it all the time like, "Fucking totn" or "Que totn" (what a totn)

I see Taehyun using this one because I don't see him as someone who swears a lot.

So this "insult" is perfect for him

Like, I can see him making fun of one of the members mistake, like, chuckling with a shit eating smirk and saying "Ha, totn" or even "Fucking totn"

[🌱] Kai Kamal Huening

Any Spanish word with the termination "eta/ete"

Example:

Cocina (kitchen) = cocineta

Lápiz (pencil) = lapicete

So, idk if Kai swears

Like, ik I'm babying him but let's say he doesn't

So my friends are ALWAYS adding and "eta/ete" to EVERYTHING

With the most annoying tone ever I swear

So I see Kai doing the same to tease his members

Especially with fake aegyo

Something like "Can I have the manzaneta?" (manzana = apple) while doing aegyo

His members are so tired of him by now

Like he'll call them "miembretes" as "miembros" (members) when he wants to taste the patience

I also see him saying "ojete" as "ojo" which means eye, but "ojete" means anus LMAO

[frecklenog]

the other is, of course, sybok providing snarky commentary, spock arguing that he’s allowed to being whoever he damn well pleases (including v’tosh ka’tur rebels), and possibly an additional fistfight. at the very least sy gets into an argument with t’pring for rejecting his baby brother (despite knowing ston and having a bro moment w him)

amok time becomes way funnier with counselor sybok. especially if he’s still banished from vulcan

[supergenial]

(translation+lyrics) 月影の魔女サフィラ by Ariabl'eyeS

Well it's time to go over this 2024 Ariabl'eyeS album, Moonlight Witch Safira. Once again we have the now standard lineup of Luna, Ruru and Risa Yuzuki, with Suzuha Yumi doing background choruses.

Pretty cool album. The dual vocal song nageki no l'adieu is pretty great but surprisingly not my favorite this time around, instead it's both of Luna's solo songs, particularly kibou he youranka. The speed-change halfway into it surprised me the first time and still hypes me up every time I hear it. You can bet I go all out when this plays on my car. As for the story, well it's hard to tell where it's going at the moment. So far it's giving Vampire Bride vibes, what with two besties(🗿) being separated due to their inhumanity, but who knows how it will play out. I think there's still a lot of info missing.

Anyway, lyrics down below the cut, see you all next time!

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Composer for all tracks: リゼ

The forest trembles, as bloody footsteps go through it with a white breath that pierces the darkness. A pitiful and absurd breed of man and wolf that by no means should exist. A beast resembling a human, not even worthy of being called a monster. Unable to withstand it all It flees knowing that there’s no hope for survival if it’s caught.

The forest trembles Bringing forth the witch at once

月影の魔女 (Tsukikage no majo, Moonlight Witch) Vocals: Ruru

Yamiyo wo surinukeru shikkoku no kage wo nabikase Senketsu no ashioto mori no oku fukaku hibiku

Pitch black shadows graze the darkness of the night Bloody footsteps echo through the depths of the forest

Kanshisha wa tsuranari shinnyuusha ni me wo hikarase Itetsuku kaze wa mata oikaesu you ni fubuku

The guards are caught up by the light reflected on the intruder’s eyes As the freezing wind blows like a blizzard

Mori ga sawameku Majo ni tsutae yo ima sugu ni

The forest trembles Bringing forth the witch

Kakenuketa hoshizora wo tadori gunjou wo shiro ni somete Egaku iro wa hakanaki negai hitosuji no hikari he Hikitsuru ashi ni izanawarete kurayami samayou Semete hitoyo wo to taorekonde kuchibiru kamishimete chikatta

Led by the starlit sky as the blue is dyed in white The colors drawn plead towards a sliver of light Dragging it’s feet wandering through the darkness Collapsing and swearing as it bites its lips

Mori ga sawameku Majo ni tsutae yo ima sugu ni

The forest trembles Bringing forth the witch

Tsutsumareta shizukesa no naka de kikoeru dareka no kotoba Kaze wa yande sasayaku mune wa naze ga atatakakute Kakenuketa hoshizora wo meguri watashi wa tayutau Tojikaketa me ni utsurishi kage wa tsuki no you ni kagayaku hitomi de

Enveloped by silence yet someone’s words can be heard A whisper that stops the wind and somehow feels warm I waver as the starry sky revolves above me Beyond shut eyelids, her eyes shine as the moon does

希望へ揺盤歌 (Kibou he no Youranka, Lullaby to Hope) Vocals: Luna

Saa nemure koyoi dake wa Kedakaki chi wo hiku yuusha no ko Sono kizu wa iyashite agemashou Saa kaketeyuke

Now let’s have you rest just for this night Child of the hero with the noble blood I’ll heal your wounds And now let’s set forth

Akumu wo minai yoru wa koremade ichido mo nakatta no ni Kanjirareru sono nukumori no naka tsutsumikomareru no Kasuka na utagoe wa naze ka sabishisou ni hibiita Kakemeguru chikara yadosu hikari tenohira de tsunagaru

I've yet to have a single night without nightmares But I can feel the warmth of an embrace That resounding voice sings with such sadness So powerful and all encompassing, and holding my hand

Mezameru to tsuki no you na hitomi no kanojo 「koko wa mamorareta mori no oku mou otte wa kurenaiwa」 Naze sore wo?

Upon awakening, the girl with eyes resembling the moon said “Within the forest’s protection, no one will chase after you” And why is that?

Kako wa fuhen no mono dakara miru koto ga dekiru no Anata ga umare ikita sono akashi wo tenohira ni utsushite Mada te ni nokoru nukumori wa anata no akashi Kono mahou ni michibikarete zutto kurushimazu ni ikite yukeru no?

As the past is unchangeable, I can observe it I can see it through the scars you’ve endured since your birth Yet what warmth remains in your hands is the proof you’ve endured it Perhaps with this magic you’ll be able to live without suffering?

Itoshiki anata ni kibou to natsukete Mou kurushimanai kara Futari nara

With much love I’ll name you after hope (Speranza) Hoping you won’t suffer any more Together the two of us

Kako wa fuhen no mono dakara miru koto ga dekiru no Anata ga umare ikita sono akashi wo tenohira ni utsushite Shitataru namida koraete yasashisa ni furete Itami sae wasurete shimau hodo no atataka na yoru wa sugite

As the past is unchangeable, I can observe it I can see it through the scars you’ve endured since your birth Holding back tears as you finally feel kindness With enough warmth to even forget the pain and make it through the night

硝子の瞳 (Garasu no hitomi, Glass Pupils) Vocals: Risa Yuzuki

Hi no ataranai shikkoku no mori ni Aojiroku ukabu usuakari Utsushidasareru ugokanu tokei Toki wa yami wo samayotte

A pitch black forest, unreachable by sunlight Only a faint pale light can be seen Lighting up an unmoving clock As time itself wanders through the darkness

Majo wa negau Kono sekai ni zetsubousenu you ni

The witch prays For a world that won’t fall to despair

Superantsa wa itsushika hito to nari Mahou no oshie wo majo ni kouta Korekara saki towa ni futari Yorisoi ikiteyuku no sono tame no sube wo

Speranza eventually grew And asked to learn magic from the witch The two shall live together from now on And those skills would bring them closer

Hi no ataranai shikkoku no mori ni Aojiroku ukabu usuakari Utsushi dasareru matataku hoshi wa Kirameku garasu saiku no you de

A pitch black forest, unreachable by sunlight Only a faint pale light can be seen Reflected upon those twinkling eyes As shiny as glassworks

Majo wa negau Itsuka dareka wo aiseru you ni

The witch prays To one day love someone

Superantsa anata ni wa mada nemuru Anata dake no chikara ga aru no yo Sore wa toki ni uragiru kara Hitsuyou na toki ni hitsuyou na dake

Speranza, slumbering within you There’s a power that’s only yours So that it doesn’t betray you Use it only when necessary

Mune no uchi ni himete oitene Zutto futari dake no yakusoku dakara

So keep it hidden close to your heart That is a promise between us two

嘆きのラデュー (Nageki no L'Adieu, Sorrowful Farewell) Vocals: Ruru, Luna

Yodonda yami wo nukereba yasashii hizashi ga furisosogu Kousakushiteku kanjou takanaru omoi kakaeta mama

Gentle sunlight pours through the stale darkness Emotions intertwine, carrying upbeat thoughts

Surechigau hitonami ni waraumono wa mou inai Hayaru kimochi osaerezu ni kakeru tsutaetakute

Yet in the passing crowd there are no laughing faces And my restless thoughts drive me to run back to you

Mitashita wain kakaete hikari afureru machi nukereba Yami ni idakareta mori hayaku anata ni todoketakute

I go through the bright town carrying wine I want to bring it to you in the forest as soon as possible

Tsunagu himitsu no doa koko ni aru hazu nano ni Kieteiru to kitsuku anata no kaori ga

I’m certain the hidden door was around here Yet it is now gone, as is your scent

Hashitte mo hashitte mo tadoritsukenai shirube ni Ugomeku shousou anata wa mienakute Afuredasu namida sae iroaseteyuku hodo ni Aa Subete wo nomikomu sarigiwa no kotoba wo kurikaeshite

I run and run unable to reach the symbol Impatience tortures me as I’m unable to see you My overflowing tears fade all color away I try to process it all remembering your words

Fui ni ochita tegami wa wakare no kotoba Ikiba no nai omoi osaerezu ni atemonaku kakenuketa

And suddenly a letter tells me your parting words So I run aimlessly unable to control myself

Togabito wa yami no naka nigerarenu sadame na no yo Anata wa hi abite hito to shite ikiru no yo Aishite aisarete shiawase wo tsukamu no yo Anata to watashi no towa no yakusoku ne sayounara

A sinner in the darkness running away from fate You must bask in sunlight and live as a human To love and be loved, that’s how you must grasp happiness Let that be our promise for eternity. Farewell.

終わりなき悪夢 (Owarinaki Akumu, Never Ending Nightmare) Vocals: Luna

Mou dare no koto mo kizutsukenai Hikari tozasareta yami ni chikatta Me wo tojireba mata kikoeru koe ni Obieru hitobito no me tsukisasaru

I won’t hurt anyone anymore I swore within the darkness away from light But if I close my eyes I can still hear them The frightened people with their piercing gaze

Yogoto miru owarinaki yume Ano hi ni mita akumu dake

Every night I see it, that never ending dream All I ever see since that day is a nightmare

Dokomade kita darou mayoikonda mori no oku Me ni yakitsuku hi ni juujika wa ukabu

Everywhere I go, I’m still lost in those woods A cross rises up among the flames in my eyes

Mou nidoto ayamachi wa okasanu you ni tobira shime Fukai yami no soko shizuka ni kagi kaketa

I’ve shut that door, I’ll never sin again Locking away the depths of the profound darkness

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Also someone did an updated tiermaker! Now I don't have to look up the old one lmao

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Work In Progress WTuesday

I love to write Vik and Risa interacting because it's always so tense and he KNOWS how bad he fucked her life up all those decades ago and that he can't take it back and all he can do is stay under her thumb and agree to everything she says to try to make it up to her AAAAAAAA

Anyway, little snippet from my NEW Vik/V longfic under the cut 🤭👀

[Preempting this by saying he never laid a hand on her but he did have a lot of anger issues that he took out on the house/himself. Just so it's clear what happened here! I'll make it more clear in the final draft]

Risa answered the door after a few moments, peering over the security chain that she never used to bother with. "You actually showed," she said, her surprise barely masked. Vik tried not to feel hurt.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. Can I come in?"

Risa was quiet for a moment, studying him, and he felt strangely small. "I guess," she said finally, and she shut the door to unlatch the chain. When she opened it again, Vik slipped inside, dripping on the floor. "Here, let me get you a towel."

"Thanks," he murmured, watching her scurry off to the bathroom. The apartment looked the same, a mix of his furniture and her decor alongside some of his little touches—the fist-sized holes in the drywall, the faint bloodstain on the tile grout, the chipped corner of the doorframe where he'd thrown something a little too hard. The building was hers now, yet somehow it was still haunted by memories of him at his worst.

She returned a moment later, a towel in her hands. "Here. I can take your jacket if you want to hang it to dry," she offered, but he waved her off.

"Let's just get this over with, yeah?"

"Okay." She nodded and moved to sit down on the sofa. "How have you been, then?" she asked, running a hand through her hair that had gone grey at roots.

"Oh you know, same old. Biz ain't bad, got some regulars. You?"

"Seishiro came by this morning. He brought some flowers." Her eyes flitted briefly to a vase on the counter. "I"ve learned flowers always mean an apology."

He felt the barbs on her words despite her calm tone. "He seemed fine enough when he came by my clinic."

"He was working. You know my son, always a professional. So..." She collected the wine bottle she'd left on the table beside two glasses. "Let's talk biz. I know that's why you're here."

"Can't pretend this is anything but what it is."

"Good. Glad you're past that now." She handed him a glass which, under her scrutiny, he declined. "You want to start?"

"No, you go ahead."

"Mm," She nodded and took a sip. "We're increasing out prices by five percent, starting next quarter."

"Christ..."

"Supply is low. People are asking for more. You don't have to like it, but I need you to agree."

"It's always eddies with you," he grumbled, but the withering look she gave him cut him short.

"Who was it dug the hole I'm still trying to crawl out of?"

"Seems to me you made it out a long while ago."

"And for the decades I spent there?"

Vik sighed. "Risa, I—"

She waved him off. "I don't want to hear it. Do you want to argue or do you want to do biz?"

"I want to do biz," he muttered.

"Good. Then back to the matter. Your clinic's prices are too low, anyway. Adjust accordingly."

"If you ask me—"

"I didn't," she interrupted. "Is this business or a charity service you run? Because I run a business. So adjust your prices or find a new supplier."

She really had him cornered. "Fine," he bit out, fighting the urge to reach for his glass.

"I can get you the new price schedule and supply list if you want to review them," she said. "I think they'll be beneficial."

"Okay. You win. What else?"

"Just that for now. Anything you want to add?"

Vik sighed. This was always the part that was hardest for him. "Risa, I...I just want to say I'm sorry."

She gave him a long look and, when he said nothing more, she nodded. "I'm sure you are. It's done. We're past it."

"Okay. Right." Vik nodded and looked around. "But you are...you're doing good, yeah?"

"Yes."

"And you're happy?"

She took another sip. "You've said your piece. Anything else?"

"I...no. That's it. Just that. I'm glad you're good."