#so i did not allow myself to have thoughs I'd be embarrassed to say out loud

[byfulcrums]

holy shit my worst fear just came true

[fatuismooches]

More Dottore and Fragile Reader voice lines, except it's your turn this time. A part two to this. Previous voice lines are here.

About Prime Dottore:

"Zandik. My one and only… words cannot express my tenderness and love toward him. I refuse to forget any moment I've spent with him. Not once has he given up on me, despite the times I’ve given up on myself. And he has always taken care of me, not once faltering in over four hundred years. I- I don’t know what to do sometimes when faced with that information. I wish I could be… less of a burden on him…”

About Omega:

"Omega, huh... he is the only segment where I always spend time with completely alone. See, he's not prone to sharing, just like Prime. I don't mind much, honestly, it's nice to get away from all of the noise and be with him. He always coaxes me to be more selfish too... is it a good or bad thing he's influencing me?"

About Alpha:

"Yes, the grumpy cutie I met all those years ago, the start of it all. He says that my presence is a hindrance and it only disrupts his work, but we both know that's false. Often, I like to sit by him as he writes his notes, pointing out all the errors caused by the atrocity of his handwriting... Sometimes, I feel bad using him as a reminder of the past."

About Beta:

"It always baffles me that Beta was once how Dottore acted. I mean, have you seen the difference between 'Mega and Beta? Anyway... he's always such a fun segment to hang around! Even when his assistants cower behind me in fear! Oh, and whenever he goes 'he-he-ho-ho', it always makes me giggle. Please don't tell him I did that impression of him though."

About Delta:

"Oh, Delta's... pretty mean. A really big meanie, if I do say so myself. He never laughs, never smiles, never entertains my shenanigans, always sees right through me... so rude. Huh? Don't worry about me, I'm allowed to talk about him like this. I still love him, after all."

About Zeta:

"Zeta's always so elusive! It was such a pain to track him down at first, he was always avoiding me. I thought he hated me... but once I got a hold of him, he is always so attentive to me! However, it greatly saddens me that he thinks he "failed" me... and yet he doesn't know how much it hurts me more that I've caused him to be like this."

About Zandy:

"Have you met my son? He's the sweetest little thing, isn't he? I remember how shy he was in the beginning, but he quickly grew to be such a dear. Always so excited and eager for attention. I can't help but wonder if Dottore's life could have been different if more people were kinder to him as a child."

About Pierro:

"I will always be indebted to him and Her Highness for taking me in. He is pretty scary to be around, but I feel sort of bad for him. I can't imagine how much responsibility he has... I once promised him I'd work for the Fatui once I'm better, but he didn't react much. Hmph, I'll show him how much I can boost Dottore's efficiency!"

About Capitano:

"The only thing I really know about him is that he's incredibly strong and well respected, at least from other people. The single time I met him, I also learned he was quite well liked by animals too, but it's hard to get any more information when he's so quiet..."

About Columbina:

"Bina is the best friend I've always wanted. I'm glad she's always there for me whenever things go bad. Although I can never predict what she's going to do or say, which is pretty strange, considering who I'm with, that makes her company all the more fun. Still, the amount of embarrassing situations she's tricked me into with Dottore... makes my head hurt."

About Arlecchino:

"I wish we could be closer, but I don't think it'll ever happen. I can't really blame her though, the relationship between her and Dottore is... not the greatest, for reasons I understand. I wonder what she thinks of me, the person who still stands by his side despite his sins?"

About Pulcinella:

"Oh... the little grandpa? I've always wondered how he's the fifth rank, but there's probably more to it than I know. Regardless, I didn't expect him to be so kind to me. I only see him once in a while, but every time he seems to know how I'm doing. And then, he proceeds to give me the best advice, exactly what I needed to hear at that moment, even when it has to do with Dottore. It's kind of scary..."

About Scaramouche:

"Ah yes... the Balladeer. He always wants to start up something with me whenever we cross paths, which is why my patience runs very thin around him. I hope the next time he goes into the Abyss, he gets stuck there."

About Wanderer:

"Who?"

About Sandrone:

"Her research sounds so cool! I've seen some of the things she can create, and it's completely fascinating. I too once had a love for machines back when I was a student. It's just a shame she never comes out of her lab... there are never any chances for me to talk with her. Well, I can always talk with Alpha and Beta about their research at least."

About La Signora:

"I've barely ever seen or spoken to her, but she has my respect. I heard what happened to her husband. If I ever lost Dottore, I'm not sure if I'd be able to go on... or at least be as half as strong as she is."

About Pantalone:

"Oh, Lone's one of my good friends! He always has such unique ideas for me to get back at Dottore, and listening to him talk about his theories quite reminds me of listening to Dottore. He's helped me a lot, dealing with this man. Still... as he does with everyone, I'm kept at arm's length. It doesn't bother me, but I wish I could help him in some way. But I know that'll never be possible."

About Childe:

"Despite being a Harbinger, he's a lot nicer than you'd think. Well, especially compared to the others in the Fatui. He's great at conversation, his family is the sweetest... and he always promises to spar with me once I'm no longer sick. Truly great company. Too bad Dottore's attitude toward him is... less than favorable."

About Furina:

"At first I hated her just like all the other Gods, but after learning the truth, I can't help but greatly respect her. To take on such a burden without having a single shoulder to lean on and succeed in the end... I think I've been through a lot of pain, but at least I've had Dottore and the others to ease it even just a bit. But she had no one, and I admire her will."

About Nahida:

"I try not to waste my time on things that upset me. It's not good for my health."

Sprint Start:

"No, no, I am not running at all. Look, if I get hurt and Dottore finds out it was your fault, you'll be the ones strapped to the table, not me. Hey... I wouldn't mind being in that position, actually."

Chat - Worry:

"I hope that one day he can make peace with himself."

Chat - Old Times:

"Sometimes I wish I was just a simple student again, having no worries other than my grades and pulling all-nighters with Dottore. Actually, that doesn't really sound relaxing, does it?"

Chat - Idling:

"If you're just going to stand here doing nothing, then I'm going to take a seat over there."

When it Snows:

"Would you be willing to distract Dottie so I can chuck a snowball at him? No? How boring."

When the Sun is Out:

"It's a perfect day to have a picnic and listen to him rant again."

In the Desert:

"... Omega, Beta, Delta, I don't care which one of you does it, get over here and make your hands completely ice cold before I faint."

Something to Share - Talent:

"If you ever need help writing something, you can ask me. I wrote some pretty good essays back in the day, you know. Dottore once said I should even write a book! I thought he was bullying me, but he was actually serious, for some reason. Maybe I should get Zandy to draw some pictures?"

Something to Share - Secret:

"Dottore actually has quite a sweet tooth. Well, this probably isn't much of a secret anymore because I accidentally spilled it to the agents, but it would do you good to keep this in mind."

Interesting Things - Foxttore:

"This little guy here? He'll do you no harm unless I say so, so don't worry. He was one of Dottie's failed experiments roaming the lab until he gifted the creature to me! These pufflings too, surprisingly they help me a lot more than you'd think. They're pretty strong, carrying all my things."

Favorite Pastimes - Meals:

"It's time to eat already? No need to worry about me, I'll just wait for a segment. See, it's best for both of us if I have company while I eat. My hands... aren't the most reliable."

Troubles:

"I am very happy that they have a good place to conduct all the research they want, but I wish they paid some more attention to me sometimes. Voicing this complaint over and over again, however, is too exhausting."

Amusement:

"Dottore's fan club never ceases to amuse me. I know every Harbinger has one but... it's completely hilarious. To go so far as creating a handbook about the two of us... well, I appreciate the dedication and the laughs, especially when I update Dottore on their activities. He may not care, but I support them!"

[astridthevalkyrie]

me getting into a new character: how neurodivergent am i allowed to go

cw: fluff + a few mild horny thoughts

Rafayel has this little quirk where he's practically incapable of acting like a normal boyfriend. Or a normal person, honestly. Where other people would just take your hand walking down the street, he holds it out with a too-happy, beaming grin so that he can see you take it yourself. Where other people would just sit down at a fancy restaurant, he makes mock offended noises if you try to sit before he can make a big show of pulling your chair out for you.

Where other people would kiss you, he likes biting.

"I'm thinking," he muses, nibbling on your earlobe, "what about a diamond necklace?"

You sigh, burrowing yourself further into him, back against his chest. You're quite comfortable, and you could even fall asleep if it wasn't for his constant yammering. "No."

"Come on," he complains, sinking his teeth into your cheek this time. You let out a brief sound of exasperation, trying to bat at him, but he remains steadfast, tongue poking out to soothe the minor indent he leaves into your skin. "How'm I supposed to prove myself if you won't let me?"

"How would you buying me a diamond necklace prove anything?"

One of his hands slips under your shirt, resting right under your chest. His fingers knead whatever they get in contact with—it's not painful, actually it feels pretty good, not that you'd ever admit it to him. Though you suppose, turning around in his hold and silently indicating to him to pull you closer may just be admitting exactly that.

"It'd prove I'm not cheap, for one thing. I'd be able to tell everyone, whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets! You're so strange, not wanting anything. Do you even know how rich I am?"

"Tell you what," you mumble, burying your face in his neck and completely melting in his arms as soon as his comforting scent fills your senses, "you buy me a quesadilla tomorrow and I'll tell everyone you're practically my sugar daddy."

Rafayel scoffs. "Like anyone would ever believe you were a sugar baby. You don't have the constitution for it."

That might be a new lead in the top ten strangest insults you've ever heard from him. Shooting a small glare up his way, you bite back, "Are you going to let me sleep or are you gonna keep talking?"

"Keep talking," he answers without hesitation, then barrels forward before you can protest. "Hmm, maybe I should just fill my place up with amenities for you. Cheese plates in the kitchen. Exfoliators in the bathroom. A butler to take your coat."

The ridiculous idea of him hiring a butler just so someone could occasionally take your coat from you when you come over makes you laugh, which in turn puts a pleased smile on his face and accidentally encourages him to continue.

"What's that kids' movie you like? Twelve Dancing Princesses? What if I just repaint this room with the floor design from that?"

Now hang on. This one actually interests you, the idea of playing out your childhood fantasies out by dancing around in Rafayel's room. If you asked, you're sure he'd hire someone to replicate the same dress the main character from that movie wears too. "Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Anyone who comes here would see it."

"Yeah, something tells Thomas won't care. And if anyone else does come here, they'll probably write a boringly long article meant to flatter me. Renowned artist is super nice and generous to his childish girlfriend—"

"Says the guy who cried during Island Princess," you fire back, "also, it's nice to know you're only trying to spoil me for acclaim."

"Hello? Did you miss the part where I said boringly long? I'm trying to spoil you because I want you to spend my money."

"Why? It turns you on or something?"

"Maybe," he grins, pretending to lean in to kiss you, then sinking his teeth into your cheek once more the second you purse your lips to meet him halfway. With a quiet growl, you kick at his feet, and he only laughs against your skin. "Come oooon, I'm serious. Tell me at least one expensive thing I can get you."

Finally, you open your eyes, looking up at him with all your sincerest conviction. "Raf. If you wanna ruin your reputation and renovate your floor into the Twelve Dancing Princesses one just to prove a point, go for it. But I'm warning you, I'm gonna have to give you the best head of your life if you do that."

Rafayel groans, the hand that's not up your shirt tangling into your hair. "Don't tell me that, you're gonna force me to be selfless and turn it down. This isn't transactional. I give you my card and tell you to go wild, and then you just do it. Nothing in return."

Ah, yes, the Raf classic. Say the sweetest possible thing in the most irritating way he possibly can. Well, two can play at that game.

"If you give me your card and expect nothing in return, I'm going to strictly buy paint supplies in all your favorite brands, all your favorite colors—"

"I don't have favorite colors—"

Clamping a hand over his mouth, you press on. "And your weak attempt to spoil me will fall flat because not only will I only buy things you like, but I'll wire you the entire amount of what I spend the next day."

He lets out a dramatic half-whine, shaking you a little. "Man, you're so embarrassing!" Tugging you closer, he drowns out your complaints with his own protests. "So clingy, stop getting so close to me! Oh my god," he moans, holding your hand tighter the more you try to fight him and pull back, "get away from me, stalker. Let go!"

"Holy shit, you're so annoying—"

"And you're so obsessed with me, it's concerning."

For once, you're the one pouting at him. "I'm trying to sleep. You're really warm. Can you please push my limits later?"

An affectionate smile lights up his face. "Yeah, okay. As long as you agree tomebuyingyouapradabag."

"No."

Rafayel snorts, tucking his face into your hair. "And you think you could handle being a sugar baby."

[harrystylesfan2686]

Lewd Thoughts

Pairing: Cassian x Reader.

Summary: Just reader simpin' over cass😁

A/N: Again unedited🫣 I changed it a little from the original story plz dont mind😅Also I'm 5'1 so I wrote this from my perspective. I hope you like this!❤️

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The Winter Solstice has always been an important day in Night Court. The celebration and gifts and everything about it is always perfect. It has to be and Rhys makes sure of that. This time especially since it Feyre's birthday too. He goes all out. Doesn't matter if it's just between family, he still did his best.

I wear red cotton dress with white puff sleeves and stockings, matched with pearl earrings. Mor dressed me up tonight making sure I look my best. She even painted on my face with somethings and even though I thought it'd be too much, I love how I look.

We were allowed to bring one guest if we wanted tonight, I didn't invite anyone but mor didn't let the chance go. She invited two people a female who she met at Rita's and a male named Gabriel, I think. When I reminded her that the option was only one guest she told me Gab can be my date to which I had laughed but agreed.

We sit around the living room, talking and waiting for others to come. Rhys, Feyre and Azriel were already there when Mor and I arrived, our guest informing us they'll be a little late. We are now waiting for Cassian, Elain and surprisingly Nesta. I have to admit, I was a little shocked hearing she said she was coming too but then I got to know that Feyre had threatened her to come, using the small apartment she is living in at the moment.

I and Mor were conversing our gifts to everyone when Cassian came exclaiming his arrival. I take him in while he wishes everyone. His tan skin and tousled half ponytail, those silky hair I always wanted to run my finger through and those amazing Hazel eyes that I wished were always on me. His casual clothing hiding those strong muscles that always make me drool. I never could pay attention to my morning training sessions because if he was near, all I can ever think about is how hard they'd feel against my body.

A pinch to my elbow makes me yell out and snap my eyes to the provider of my pain. I glare at mor, rubbing my sore skin I exclaim,"What?!". She raises her eyebrow at me and says,"Stop looking at him like that. You're drooling."

I gasp,"I am not! You-"

"Hello my dear friends." Cassian interrupt me. I turn to him, towering over me he smirks. I look at the end of his tugged up lips. Oh what I would do to feel those full lips wrapped around my nip-

Nope, not going there. I blink out that thought as quickly as it came and smile in return. I greet him back, hearing Mor do the same. They talk about something which I'm not paying attention to and use that time to adore him. Oh how good he looks. My eyes trail from his eyes to his sharp jaw and his stubble. I wonder how those tiny hair would feel like if we kiss. They'd tickle my chin, deffinately. I'd like that. And I'd for sure like feeling them on my sensitive skin when his head is between my le-

No!

I avert my eyes and scold myself for thinking these lewd imagines with him right in front of me. I sigh to myself and try to fosuc on what he is telling Mor. I fix my eyes to his neck knowing if I see his lips again I'll go crazy. But their voices again drone out in the background when I focus on his neck. How is it that I find even his neck so sexy? I want to suck on it. Leave a little trail of red markings with my lips. Even bite a little as I sink down on his co-

"Are you even listening to me?" I hear his voice, bringing me from my imagination. I blink up at him in embarrassment when I realized he had said something to me and I didn't listen. My face flushed with heat as I try to recall what he said.

"I-um," I stammer glancing at Mor in hopes she helps me a little but all she does is give me a knowing look. Cassian chuckles above me and I look back at him.

"What's gotten into you? Are you alright?" He gives me a soft smile. "I-yeah! Yeah of course I am! Yeah." I nod and give a, what hopefully is a, convincing smile. My few loose hair strand away in front my face, before I can raise my hand to put them back, cassian's hand tucks it behind my ear. I freeze. The callus skin of his hand feel too good against my ear. It lingers their for a second before droping back down. I stop myself from shivering from the intensity of these situation.

A yell of Mor's name catches our attention and we all look at the female and male that just walked through the door.

Right. I forgot we invited plus ones. Gabriel's eyes lock with mine and he smiles, walking towards us. I observe him. His white skin and ocean blue eyes with high checkbones and sharp jaw. I have definitely seem him before. I juat dont remember where. Mor introduces five of us and walks away with her friend leaving Gab, Cass and Me alone.

"Y/N, Its been a while." Gab smiles. I, in return, and nod to him, stilling trying to remember him and failing miserably.

Maybe I should juat ask him... No that would be rude. Wouldn't it? Oh I don't remember anyway so might as well.

I clear my throat,"I'm sorry if I offend you by saying this but I don't really remember you." I smile apologetic, watching his face fall and nod. "It's alright," He nods,"I understand, I mean it was almost a century ago. But I can try to make you remember." He tilts his face.

"I would love that." I breath out a chuckle. I notice cassian's face switching between Gab and me depending on the speaker.

"Well, it was seven decades ago, on starfall. We met in the celebration party and got along well, wether that be our personalities or the alcohol, I don't remember." We laugh. Cassian still listening. "That night I walked you to your house and well, we kissed." My eyes widen as forgotten memories flash through my eyes.

"Oh, I remember! We kissed and I invited you in and we-" I abruptly stop remembering how the rest of the night went. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. After the adrenaline ran out along the drunkness, we had been so tired that we fell asleep on the floor. "Yes, We did." He eyes fall to my lips, down to my body and come back to my eyes.

Cassian frowns. He clears his throat and I look at him. Confusion fills me when I something like anger in his eyes. Gab's words makes me look at him again. "So how have you been?"

I go to answer but the words get stuck in my throat when I fell a pair of arms hug my waist. I look down, seeing the arms of the man I adore so much. My heartbeat fastens when he pulls me back to his chest. I gasp when my back touches his hard muscles. He puts his chin on top of my head and my heart feels like it will fall out of my chest. Gab's eyes take in the massage Cassian is clearly stating.

Stay away.

I know almost all versions of Cassian. His friend version with me. The brother version with Az and Rhys. The teacher version during training sessions. This is new. I love this version of Cassian too whoever he is. It's exciting.

"I'm doing really good." I answer Gabriel's question, blushing profoundly. "And you? What are you doing nowadays?"

He answers but I hear none of it, thanks to a certain lord of bloodshed wrapped around me. I'm sure he can feel how hard my heart is beating right now and still choosing to ignore it.

All I can think about how hot the veins on his arms are. And how large his hands they are. How they fold around waist perfectly. How his two hands cover my entire stomach. How good it would feel it they tighten around me. How his big palm would feel covering my neck. I bet I'd look and feel so small with his chest passed tightly to my back, one hand choking me, and other wrapped around my waist holding tightly so that I don't move and have no choice but to take everything he gives me while thrusting-

"Are you listening to me, Y/N?" Gabriel's question intrupts me. I try focus on him again, smile and answer,"Yes. Of course."

This is gonna be a long night.

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[dahliamalfoy97]

TATTOO SESSION: SUGURU GETO x Y/N Reader one shot

Synopsis: Y/N gets dared to get her nipples pierced by her father’s best friend and it turns into something more.

WARNING: SMUT 18+, EXPLICIT CONENT, MDNI!, pwp, age-gap, size kink, slight blood kink and pain kink, slight dacryphila, dad’s best friend, degradation kink, praise kink, throat fucking, oral , daddy kink and anything else I forgot.

A/N: honestly this isn’t as kinky as some of my others but I just wanted to write something with Suguru Geto because I’ve been obsessed with him lately. And Y/N is 20 in this one shot. Anyways, hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 4.1k+

You enter the tattoo shop nervous. You had been dared to do this by your best friend. And if you didn't, she'd tell your darkest secret it was a result of playing truth or dare and this was your dare. It was late at night and the shop was closing soon.

"Well hello Y/N," Toji says at the counter, "what brings you here?"

"I want to get my nipples pierced," you say to the man who a close friend of your dad's.

The big man's eyes widen and he chuckles, "well that's quite a shock, tell me did Nobara put you up to this?"

Your cheeks heat from embarrassment, "no I want to do this for myself."

"Well lucky for you Geto is free at the time, usually you'd have to wait but since it's you, you can just go back there."

"Thanks Toji," you say before walking back to the furthest room. Suguru is at his desk sketching like he usually does. His back is to you when you enter. He's currently got his shirt off so you get a wonderful view of his backside. His usually long hair is pulled up in a man bun so you get a full view of his broad back and that dragon tattoo he has covering his entire back.

You immediately clench your thighs together. How had you thought this dare was a good idea? You know Nobara had purposefully done this knowing your secret crush you had on this man. But it didn't make it any less nerve racking. Just being around him made you feel all sorts of hot and flustered. But he couldn't know that. For this was your father's best friend and he was 20 years older. Sure he was single although you could never figure out why, but your dad would never allow it. But that didn't stop this man from taking over your thoughts 24/7, or how your heart thumped loudly whenever you were near him.

Taking a deep breath you finally make yourself known, "hi Suggy."

The man immediately stops what he's doing and spins around, black eyes landing on you, immediately grinning at you. Gods, if his backside was gorgeous, his front side was magnificent. Even though you knew what he looked like underneath, from secret study sessions, you were still blown away.

"Well hello squirt, come to visit me ?" His deep voice and that nickname makes you shiver.

"Actually I'm here to get a piercing," you say, taking in all the tattoos that covered his arms and torso instead of looking at him In embarrassment.

He chuckles, "well of course I'd be happy to help you, come take a seat on the chair here and tell me what you want."

You nod, and take a seat on the chair. He rolls up in the rolling chair and is just mere inches away. Even sitting in a chair, he still towered over you, you can't help but notice how thick his thighs looked in the leather pants he currently.

Gods, there's no way you can this close to him and let him pierce your nipples without him knowing how you feel. You were going to to lose your mind. Just the thought of his hands on you-

"Yo, squirt are you okay ?l" he says, immediately bringing you out of your trance causing you to look at him.

"Yeah sorry, I just got distracted," you say, "I like your tattoos, specifically the Tiger one, I've never seen them up so close."

He laughs, the sound going straight to your core, and you could see a flicker of silver flash as he does. This man had a tongue piercing too. Gods. He was going to be the death of you.

"You've seen them all the time. Now tell me what are you wanting pierced?"

"Don't judge me and don't tell my father," you plead. "This is a dare from Nobara."

"Don't worry your father doesn't need to know everything about you, so I won’t tell him. but what trouble has Nobara caused you this time?”

"To get my nipples pierced," you say really fast, red immediately flushing your cheeks.

His hands still and his eyes darken for a moment before widening, "and you accepted the dare why?"

"Because if I don't, she'll tell my darkest secret."

He gets up for a moment, walks away to get the supplies. "Well I'm assuming you're not going to tell me what it is?" He comes back with a paper that shows you the different piercings, "which one are you wanting ?"

"Whatever you think looks good," you say. "I trust you, Suggy."

He smirks before walking away and coming back with some tools and sits back down on the chair in front. "Well first things first, I'm going to need you to strip."

You blink, "What ?"

He chuckles, "you're getting your nipples pierced right? So I need you to strip."

You immediately flush, "alright."

With shaky hands your pull your shirt over your head and throw it to the ground, staring wide eyed as your bra comes next. Your nipples were hard.

"Good girl."

you look at him wide eyed surprised he said that his eyes glimmer with what looks like lust before blinking it away with a charming smile.

"So what else do I need to do?"

"To be honest it might be best if you sit on my lap."

"Alright," you get up from the chair and situate yourself in his lap, and it takes everything in you not to buckle at how much bigger he was then you and how big he felt underneath you. His intoxicating scent overwhelming. As you felt yourself surrounded by it as you straddled him. You could feel yourself pooling below. Gods, you were doomed.

"Now I just need you to relax and sit still for me okay?" He says, in a soothing point. You nod. But immediately gasp as his massive hands cup your breasts and he begins to massage them. You immediately arch and let out a moan. Gods his hands - "shh relax, princess, I need to massage the stress out of you before we begin okay? It'll make the process easier ? Okay. So just relax."

You nod wanting to be obedient, but how could you relax when his hands felt so good and the fact that he called you princess? You brain was short circuiting and you heart was nothing but mush. But then you feel his tongue swirling on your nipple, causing you to blink in surprise when cold metal of his piercing flicks against your skin.

"S-Suggy."

He places a long finger over your mouth, "shh, relax princess. I gotta take care of you. Don't want to hurt you when I pierce these sweet nipples of yours."

"Are you sure this is how you  pierce them?" you ask in a shaky voice. You want nothing more then to rock your hips on his but you stop yourself.

"Nah, just you, I only want to give you the best experience." He says, with a dangerous grin. "For my favorite squirt, I want to give you the best time."

Then he switches to the other nipple, his tongue latching onto your hardened nub and swirling his tongue around it making it even harder, this time you can't resist bucking your hips. Moaning when you feel him harden beneath you.

He chuckles, "that feel good princess?"

You nod, "yes, Suggy,"

"Good," he grins, almost sounding smug. "That's what I want to hear."

Then he continues his delicious assault on your breasts, sucking and massaging them. He shifts you to where your straddling his thigh. You jolt when you feel a vein brush along your core. It didn't help that you wore a short skirt so it was just your panty clad wet cunt that was on his thigh and you can't help but shamelessly rock yourself along his thigh. Wanting as much friction as possible.

"I can feel you soaking my thigh princess," he murmurs, breath hot against your nipple. "Tell me what would your father say, if he saw you turning into a messy, needy slut for his best friend? Hmm?"

You can't help but whimper at his degrading tone and words, but a broken "Suggy," is all you can manage. Every sane thought was lost as you continued to rock back on forth on his thigh, gripping on his arms, nails digging into his skin.

He smiles darkly, "I bet that's what your darkest secret is? Hmm?" you try to protest but he just laughs at you.  "Don't even try to deny it princess, we both know how badly you've been wanting this to happen. How much you've craved me to touch you."

"Fuck," you let the filthy word fall from your lips, "Suggy, I can't help when you just so damn sexy, how can I not want you?"

He chuckles, the deep laugh rumbling against you, "that's right, how can you not want me? Well why don't you show me just how much you want me?" He uses his free hand to help guide your movements along his thigh. Him sneakly rocking his thigh up into you, you could feel yourself beginning to fall apart, your orgasm approaching. The pressure and pleasure was too much. You whimper grinding harder, more desperate. "That's it make a mess", he cooes.

Then without warning he pierces one of your nipples, you could feel the sudden stab sensation, and you look down to see a little blood, to which he laps it up, and that sight alone has you coming undone. He then does the same to the other one.

"Atta girl," he praises, once you're coming down from your high. And you look into his eyes, he looks so smug. "Not only did you make a mess but you did so good with getting your nipples pierced. You look sexy as hell."

You don't hesitate before, tugging on his neck and pulling him towards you, he chuckles lowly when you desperately crash your lips against his, before wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you closer, kissing you back with as much fervor as he flushed you against him. Your breasts hitting his naked torso. He subtly begins rocking his hips into yours again, growling when your tongues clash to together and your desperately clawing at each other, feeling each other up. M

"Suggy," you plead desperately in between kisses. "Fuck me, please."

He laughs, "begging for me already. I love it. You're so desperate for me. How can I deny such a request?"

He lifts you up and sets you down on the tattoo chair, spreading your legs apart, kissing you one last time, before kneeling before you between your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. He hastily rips your panties and you nearly cum right there at the ravenous way he takes you in.

"What a pretty little pussy - so pink and dripping for me, it would look so pretty with a little stud right here," he runs a finger down your slit, causing you to shudder. Before bringing into his mouth, sucking it. He growls, "fuck you taste so damn exquisite. From now one this pussy is mine and no one else's got it?"

You nod rapidly, but gasp when you feel a harsh slap against your clit.

"Use your words, I need to hear you say it," he demands.

"Yes, Daddy," you moan, shamelessly "This pussy is only yours. I promise."

He smirks,  "good girl," with that he wastes no time, yanking you forward and bringing your clit to his mouth. Latching onto it immediately. You cry out, your fingers clinging onto his hair tugging on it, to tug him closer and to feel those soft strands in your fingers. You eagerly yank his hair out of his tie and whimper when becomes free, that gorgeous, long black hair falling all the way to the ground, making him look even more magnificent than before. You pull on it to force his tongue to go deeper inside you. You throw your head back and arch into him.

"Ahh fuck, Daddy," you cry wantonly , "you feel so good. Don't stop, please."

"As if I would ever want to do such a thing, not when you taste this sweet," then he's inserting to fingers, immediately groaning. "And when you're this damn tight. Holy shit, you're squeezing me."

Then he's pulling away to stand up, you protest, but he shushes you with his hand on your mouth.

"Shh, sorry princess, I just gotta be inside you. I can't wait anymore."

He hastily pulls his pants off, then his underwear and your mouth waters as his cock hits his stomach. It was fucking huge, thick and curved a little, the dark tip leaking precum against his taut stomach, and you suddenly wondered if you could handle such a size.

"Don't worry, Angel," your heart flutters, at his suddenly soft tone. "It'll fit." Taking his cock in his hand, he strokes it before lining  the tip with your entrance. Rubbing it along your seam, coating you with his precum. His eyes darken at the sight, "you were designed to take me and me only."

Then he's aligning the tip and pushing in, you both let out a moan at the first stretch, he felt so foreign in your tight walls, your walls struggled to take him in. But he suddenly leans forward and grips your chin, pulling you in for a soft, soothing kiss. "Shh, Angel, relax," he continues pushing forward. He was so big you could feel every vein and ridge as he slowly filled you up to the hilt.

You have to look down to see where the two of you meet, to see him disappearing inside of you and you can't help but moan at the sight. It was so sinfully wrong- giving into your fantasy that was Suguru- you’re dad’s best friend. Who could very well be your father. But you didn’t give a damn anymore. For this is what you've been longing for so long. This is what all your fantasies had been about.

This man and him being inside you.

"Fuck," he groans, his hair falling down, cascading around him. "if you keep squeezing me like that, this will be over for the both of us sooner than we both want, so be a good girl and relax for me? Yeah? You feel so good around me. So let me take care of you, okay?"

You nod, and finally he's at the hilt and you can feel yourself squirming desperately, loving how full you feel and the feeling of him being all the way inside you.

"That's a good girl," he grips your hips before pulling out only to slam back in. Your body shattering immediately as he begins to hammer his way into you. His cock pounding into you in a relentless harsh pace. You grip his arms tightly as he thrusts in and out. Your whole body shaking in rhythm with the chair beneath you.

"Feels so good," you babble and you lose yourself in the blissful feeling of his cock ravaging you from the inside out

"Yeah?" He grins, cockily, " that's what I like to hear.'

Sweat glistened down his body, as he bullied his way into your cunt, in a mating press. He enjoyed how your hair fanned around you and the sight of his cock bulging in your stomach. He knew Satoru would kill him for fucking you. But Suguro Geto had never been a good man. He was selfish and he took whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He had restrained himself from taking you for a long time, for the reason why he had remained single was because there was no one else he wanted but you. And the moment you came in his shop, asking for your nipples to be pierced and the way you had looked at him shamelessly without any remorse, had been enough to make him give in. To give into the temptation of you. And now that he had you wrapped around him so tightly, he was going to keep you. Forever. Consequences be damned, but no one was going to get in the way of this. Nothing was going to stop him from making you his.

You could yourself teetering on the edge as you feel yourself approaching another orgasm, but Suguru’s thrusts don’t stop, no he seems to go deeper and deeper with each thrust. His tip brushing that sweet spot every time, you nails scratched his back, as you cry out from the pleasure.

“Suggy, yes- right there!” Tears are springing from your eyes, your voice is hoarse and the pressure is becoming too much.

“Yeah? You going to cum for me like the pretty Angel you are?” He nearly cums at the sight of your tear stained cheeks. Fuck, you had never looked so pretty as you do now. “You look so pretty when you cry for me. I can’t wait to see and feel too cum for me.”

“Daddy,” you plead desperately, “I’m going to cum.”

“Go ahead, Angel, cum for me, make a mess all over me.” He takes his hand and plays with your clit, rubbing it.

The extra sensation has you reeling, you clamp down around him, soon you’re falling apart around his cock one more, and he holds onto you as you do. You could feel his grunts becoming more heavy, his thrust sloppier as he was nearing his own release.

“Don’t went to have your father killing me for getting you pregnant, so I’ll be sure to pull out,” but you grip his hand.

“No please, Suguru,” his eyes widen, for you never used his first name. “I don’t care what my father wants. I want you to cum in me, so don’t you dare pull out.”

He’s taken aback at your demanding tone, before laughing, and his thrusts become more demanding again, “now who’s the one in charge now, little tigress, but if you want to be turned into a little breeding whore for me, than that’s what I’ll do. I’ll breed this needy cunt and fill it up to the brim.”

With a few more thrusts, he’s releasing his seed into you, you’re both crying out as you both feel his hot seed fill you. Watching the white liquid fill you til it’s nearly seeping.

“Fuck, if I could have this image of you filled with my cum as a tattoo so I could look at it forever, and carry it with me til I die, I would you look so fucking beautiful with my cum filling your little pussy.”

Then he picks you up in his arms, lets your legs wrap around his middle, and he sits back down on his chair with you in his lap. You scramble off though, getting to your knees. He had taken such good care of you, you wanted to repay the favor.

“What are you doing, Angel?” He smirks at the how quickly you fall to your knees for him. Perhaps he should get a collar or a leash so you’d be forever at his side. He never wanted to let you go.

You scoot closer and take his big cock in your hands. It was still hot and heavy in your hands, but much bigger now that you were face to face with it. You could see every ridge and crevice and it was glorious, “just want to thank you for taking care of me so well.”

He leans back, “well it’s not like I can say no.”

You smirk, stroking his cock in your hands. Feeling it harden once again, you lean forward and lick a strip up his shaft- immediately eliciting a pornographic moan from him. He reaches forward and gathers your hair in his hands, so it’s out of the way, and leans back. You whimper at the sight of how unraveled he seemed to be under your touch. He looked so magnificent with his long hair cascading around him like a black waterfall. You give him a few more licks along his underside and over his slit, tasting the mix of his and your cum before opening your mouth wider, to slowly take the full length of him in. You hollow your cheeks and relax your tongue. Feeling his hot rod against your tongue, your eyes immediately water. But you keep going.

“Fuck, Angel, look at you, you’re meant for my cock, your mouth and pussy are mine for the taking, they’re designed to take my cock. Your body was made to please me, like a good fûcking slut. My perfect little cocksleeve. Is that you want ? You went to be my little cocksleeve? “

“Yes I want to be your little cocksleeve!”

You choke as you’re not even blowing him even more, because in a flash he’s gripping your neck and forcing you down on his cock, before thrusting his hips upwards to ram in your throat. You gag slightly at the sudden change. That sinister dominate side he had. That selfish side you had only gotten glimpses of. You were once again pooling below at the way he abused your mouth.

“Yeah that’s it, take my fucking cock, like a good little cockslut,”

He continues ramming into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat and balls slapping against your chin. You could feel saliva and cum dripping from your mouth. He lifts your head off his cock for moment and stands up, before gripping your neck and shoving his cock down your throat once more, this angle more controlling and animalistic. His big hands grip around your neck squeezing slightly, cutting of your air way, and causing you to choke slightly.

“Yes, this is what I like to see, you on your knees before me and choking on my cock. Fûcking magnificent.”

His thrusts start to become sloppy again and soon enough he’s shooting his cum down your mouth. His hot salty cum, hitting the back of your throat and you immediately swallow it all as he slowly pulls out. He nods in approval.

“Good girl.”

Grinning you stand up, “you taste good, daddy.”

To which he barks with laughter.

Once more, he’s scooping you up in his massive arms once more, and sets you into his lap. He lifts you up slightly to aline his tip with your folds before guiding his cock back into you. You both groan at the new way he fills you up, this way feeling more intimate as you straddled him. He kisses you softly, before smirking, “I gotta finish my work now, so you can keep my cock warm and then you can come home with me, how does that sound?”

You can’t help but beam at him, to which his dark eyes soften, “that sounds perfect, Suggy.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and wheels the two of you in his chair to his desk and you stay with him just like that. Happy that this man was finally yours.

“By the way those nipple piercings are sexy as hell, I’m glad you came to see me about them.”

You giggle, “well it was either that, or Nobara you my darkest secret.”

“So we’ll have to thank her then. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, wanted to make you mine.”

“I’ve wanted this too, in fact this was my darkest secret, you were as a matter of fact,” you say, rubbing his back softly, running your hands along the smooth planes of his back.

“Of course I was,” he smirks, “i’ve known all along of your secret obsession with me. I mean you haven’t been exactly subtle, not in those short skirts and knee highs you’ve been parading in around me, you haven’t been. But it’s cute and I love it and love you for it.”

You immediately feel yourself getting flustered , “you love me?”

He nods, “I do. Especially when you’re warming my cock the way you are. Fuck, I feel you’re squeezing me again, so let me finish my work and then we’ll go home okay?”

“Okay, Suggy. I love you too.”

[666writingcafe]

Knowledge is Power

Satan

I know I shouldn't have checked out this many books from the library, but I couldn't help myself. Being able to finally take whatever I want home with me is rather nice. It's not like the library's open 24/7, and I hate being interrupted mid-sentence simply because it's closing time.

Still, I should have at least grabbed a cart or something before I left the house this morning. I barely have enough hands to carry all these books, and my carefully constructed tower is starting to lean precariously in my arms.

"Would you like some help?" The voice briefly startles me, and I almost turn around to snap at them. But then I realize that it's merely Zephyr, and I try my best to calm down. Unlike a lot of people in this dump, their intentions are genuinely kind; I've never sensed any ulterior motives from them, which is a bit strange for a demon, but for some reason it doesn't bother me too much.

I suppose that's why I simply set the pile of books down on the nearest surface and allow Zephyr to grab some instead of accusing them of thinking that I'm weak and incapable of doing something on my own. They're just trying to do their job as our attendant, and I can't fault them too much for that.

Once we enter my bedroom and set everything down properly, I quietly thank them.

"I'm so glad we're finally allowed to use the library now," I tell them. "I mean, technically we already had access to it thanks to Diavolo, but no one would ever let me check out a book until now." I pause, becoming frustrated. "I suppose it's yet another perk of being named one of the Rulers of the Underworld."

"It irritates you, doesn't it?" Zephyr asks. "That people's opinions are as fickle as they are?"

They took the words right out of my mouth. How did they manage to do that?

"Absolutely. Like, why do I need a title to suddenly become good enough for them? It's ridiculous."

"I agree. Unless you need to do business with those people, I'd recommend keeping your distance from them. They showed their true colors before, and they'll do so again in a heartbeat." I sigh. The fact that they're right is irritating, but it's not their fault. It's simply the state of this fucked up society. They're probably still going to talk shit about us, but it'll be behind our backs now.

Which is honestly worse. At least I knew what people thought of me before.

"Still, what matters is that I have access to all their books now," I state.

"You certainly have a good chunk of them," Zephyr replies, glancing at some of the titles. "Interested in curses, are we?" I nod.

"I'm going to read every last one of these texts until I've mastered the most powerful of curses. I want to bring down that smug, arrogant bastard and make him beg me for mercy."

"What did he do this time?" Zephyr's holding back a smile. My tirades against Lucifer always seem to amuse them, and I'm not entirely sure why. It's not like they think I'm being silly; not only will they listen to me rant about him, but they actively ask me questions that take my feelings into account instead of merely brushing them off.

I've always been too scared to confront them about it, though. Something tells me that they're not one to be messed with, and I don't want to be at the end of their wrath if and when they finally snap.

"The other day, he chained me to my bed and spoon-fed me breakfast like I was a stupid baby unable to hold my own utensils. It was embarrassing."

"Did he say why he was doing it?" I have to remind myself that they're not asking because they're trying to justify his actions. It's the only thing that helps me remain calm.

"He said he didn't have a choice, that I'd end up destroying the whole house otherwise. But, if I promised to 'behave myself', he'd let me go."

"And you don't like him telling you what to do."

"Exactly! And then he was all like, 'come on, say aaah' and 'here comes the airplane' and shit! He even pinched my nose to force me to open my mouth! He treated the whole thing like it was a joke!" Zephyr takes a deep breath, appearing to hold back laughter.

"You'll have to forgive me, Satan. My sense of humor tends to go in that direction," they explain, clearly sensing my impending anger. "However, that doesn't excuse what he did to you. You're not a zoo animal, but a fully realized person. He needs to respect that."

I can't go off on them now. They're at least trying to take me seriously. Everyone else would have busted out laughing upon hearing that particular antidote.

"Do you have some spare paper?" Zephyr suddenly asks.

"You know, I'm not sure. Until recently, I've not been able to do much exploring. You can check inside that desk there." I point towards it, and MC walks over and begins opening up drawers. Once they find what they're looking for, they sit down, pull a pen out of their pocket, and start writing.

"What are you doing?"

"It's best to start out with something simple. Once you've mastered the fundamentals--which I'm sure you will in fairly short order--then you can move on to more complex topics."

At first, I'm confused as to what they're talking about. They can be annoyingly vague sometimes.

And then it hits me.

"Are you indulging me?" I ask. The smirk on Zephyr's face as they hand me the now-folded piece of paper answers my question.

"Don't tell anyone. I don't want a certain someone yelling at me about it for hours on end." I'm truly speechless.

"Practice it a few times first, preferably out of the house," they continue. "If any of your brothers get hit with this curse, Lucifer will know you're up to no good, and he'll chain you up faster than you can begin uttering the first few words of it to him." They briefly pause,

'To that effect, when you do finally use it on him, make sure it's when he least expects it. It's not going to work if he can see it coming from a mile away.

I know I look like a starstruck little kid at a candy store at the moment, because I certainly feel like one. I think this is the nicest thing anyone's done for me.

"If you need anything, I'm going to attempt to get in the shower," they call out as they walk out of my room, leaving me standing frozen in shock.

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[velvetvexations]

(seems like the ask i sent last time about this didnt go through but apologies if it did) kink confession. i finally found a fetish i am into that is embarrassing to admit for non-"problematic" reasons and its fucking. wedgies. whyyyyy. in hindsight i should have seen this coming because i have vague memories of making shitty wedgie art as a kid because of that signature funny feeling about it but apparently i fully locked away those memories lol. its even funnier because i usually get squicked out by regular degradation/humiliation/pain stuff but i guess this specifically is fine for some reason? its also one of those ones where i prefer it completely removed from any fantasy where i am actually involved so maybe thats why (ace and not particularly interested in actual sex. you might remember me from one or more of the forcemasc anons a while back lol)

I've gotten a few wedgie anons before so you're definitely not alone. It's one of my earliest kinks tbh even though it's not something I think about much now. But like, when I was a kid, and I watched the episode of The Amanda Show where the lady doctor gets a wedgie? That had an impact on me.

Checking in on someone who used to draw a lot of forcefem and seeing a brand new "Pronouns: She/Her" on her page made me unexpectedly happy. Not because becoming a woman is necessarily an improvement, but finding out a part of yourself through artistic expression is always wonderful. Happy for her :) (idk why I wanted to share with you specifically but I think you're super cool so it was probably that)

Yeah, that's awesome!

Cleaning dream anon here: what’s your fee for a cleaner? By which I obviously mean how much do I need to pay you to be allowed to scrub your floors with my tits shaking and lick your toilet clean and only be allowed a break when you have gas or need a punching bag?

As much as you can pay, obviously.

Im the non sexual doscomfort anon and i need you to know that you calling me ‘the mark’ made me loterally whimper, out loud, very pathetixally. And then let my sinner go cold before eating it because it seemes like you would apprectaite that.

lmao sometimes "the sub" just doesn't sound right you know

i "discovered" a new kink of mine thanks to some anons a while back: forcefamily. being lured into a couples car because they asked you to help load their groceries but, oh no, looks like they left their keys up front and the only way in is through the trunk. so you crawl in and... click! welcome to the family, kiddo!

that sounds like it'd be a horror movie from the past ten years that I hate but everyone else calls groundbreaking

to the anon who sent a message about not being into bimbofication but into being a creepy loser girl: I hope you know that bimbo x loser as you described is gonna be my warm up project for when I buckle down to write soon

content!

Forcefem was very unpopular and considered transmisogynistic just years ago by popular tumblr. It's even considered that way now if it's called 'sissy' or 'sissification' kink. That it's now being considered woke is very silly to me, but at least people aren't getting into fights over it anymore (<- irony)

If I were a pretentious fuckwit like some of the forcefem girlies on this site I'd say sissification is the good kind and everyone else is into some real poser ass lame bullshit but since I'm Cool and Nice I'm just like yeah everyone can enjoy what they like.

Whenever life gets hard I remind myself that I have beatable udders and no self esteem and therefore Velvet would find a use for me

I sure would anon.

every now and then (though, admittedly, it happens rarely), i see transmasc transformation comics/sequences being reposted with the posters jumbling up the pictures in reverse order or just claiming it's read from right to left so it's a male to female TF comic instead and also denying that it's female to male and i'm like ??? there's twenty male to female TF comics for every female to male TF, like, you (in general, not you as a person) don't have to do that, there's so much content for you :/ it also happens with a bunch of kinks that have a bit more of a female character focus, but i just noticed it here again

that reminds me when my favorite kink artist (Octoboy) was objecting to having art he made edited to be about girls since he made content specifically intending to fill niches for people who liked boys

Octoboy's art is actually responsible for about 80% of me liking boys lmao I was so so lucky to get a commission from him a decade or more ago when he was still fairly cheap because he deservedly charges way more now

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S04E11 - Capital Punishment - Part C

I will finish this. One way or another. I promise.

It took this smooth operator five seconds of standing like an idiot to tell Trina that she looks great.

Rex is watching carefully.

He does.

"But I want him with Sarah."

What did she do to that poor bowtie?

"Where would I be hiding weapons, moron?"

Only internally.

The bowtie has magically fixed itself. Not that I'm paying close attention or anything.

I'm sorry but what use are internet cafes in 2022 when most actual cafes have a decent internet connection?

I'm sure everyone opens doors that way. If he wanted to not get fingerprints on it, he could have used his elbow.

"[...] showed Canadians that extremism isn't just something our southern neighbors have to contend with." Yes, only the US has terrorism. What? Even my country has had a quite deadly terrorist organization.

Well, they usually give awards to the least deserving people. We are the exception, of course.

Tell him, Joe!

"If no one's going to do anything about this, I'll do it myself."

Well, there's no plan for "my dog took off with a bomb in his mouth."

Okay, first of all, this is the funniest way to say "I'll blow up Rex". Second, I think we should be more concerned about the fact that Rex might be anywhere, including (as we saw later) running next to dozens of people. Generally, it's not a great situation, even though Rex ultimately did save the day.

Uh-oh, Charlie has an idea.

"Rex does this all the time, how difficult can it be?"

I think I actually made a Geralt joke (from the Witcher, I mean he'd have been killed from that height) somewhere on this blog the first time.

Okay, Hamilton, how much did you guys pay for that slow-mo? This is embarrassing. And Rex looks like he's lost.

Damn, he has a strong head.

Wow, dude hates us.

That's a nice shot. I'm not particularly fond of the slow-mo on Charlie's expression in the next shot because he has to also hold his fist up and it kind looks weird in my opinion but this one's a nice shot.

This. I mean, I did what to see his expression, I just don't find the pose particularly great.

This I love, though. The music stopping, the sound coming like he's underwater, the sound of his breaths... And then as he punches Houle, there's nothing but the sound of his rage and his punches until he hears Rex barking.

For the record, I believe you should be allowed to punch the guy who you think killed your dog, cop or no cop. John Wick that motherfucker.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm here, man, I'm okay."

He was so worried.

"You did fuck him up a bit, though, right?"

I was very normal about this all the 1564 times I watched it between January 21, 2022 and Mar 23, 2022. The first 1200 times were all on the first week because we were snowed in. I'm not crazy.

"Let me give you a proper lick-up, it lowers the stress level. You silly goose, you really thought I can die?"

Stop it! I'm serious, I don't want to have to open a new post for the remaining 3 minutes!

Jesse: "Charlie is getting an extended vacation?" Sarah: "Jesse, I wouldn't really call it a vacation." Jesse, let the man fuck.

That Iris Cross report must be important. I'm kidding, I know that Jesse is probably trying to find a way to not mention the countless moments of negligence in that report.

Don't read that, there's probably tons of inaccuracies in there.

You can mention the word teamwork a million times, it still seems like nothing.

Yes, yes, we're all Charah shippers. Anyway, I'm into multi-shipping lol. But I mostly wanted to screenshot this to showcase that Rex seems kinda left out, which is not how the moments with Charlie, Sarah and Rex are shot. The latter ones always seem to include Rex, showcasing that they're family. So, yeah, for more reasons than one, I am glad to have this.

Rex: "Oh, fine, I'll allow it. Just because we're leaving tomorrow."

I definitely liked Trina, I'd love for her to come back to the show, obviously not as a romantic interest for Charlie anymore.

I'm a basic bitch, so Charlie became 50% hotter when he punched Houle. I'm unapologetic about it, and I 100% believe that dogs are worth killing for. Also, as an off-duty cop, Charlie did not act as a cop but as a person who loved Rex. If he was on duty, he'd have taken out his gun and shot him, and I would have cheered. Okay, maybe not cheered because there are real consequences from shooting a rat bastard terrorist person but I wouldn't have cared about Houle. This reaction humanizes Charlie, and I'd like for him to lose it a bit every season lol. He doesn't have to beat up people every time, we'll find other outlets.

Furthermore, I think that reaction, should it have ever been reported back to the SJPD, would have carried zero blowback. Subduing a terrorist after his bomb has blown up, and using excessive force off-duty, while saving dozens of lives? They'd have given him another medal. But the most likely scenario is that it would have prompted Joe to keep a closer eye on Charlie, because while warranted, Charlie as a more put-together cop in another time would have tried to restrain himself. My main issue with this is it wouldn't have been reported back to Joe so he wouldn't have had that information, otherwise I'd have liked it to be referenced in the season finale.

Finally, I consider part of S4 as Charlie's slut era, and I think the last time I intimated that, someone blocked me lol. At the time, it might have sounded like I was judging Charlie. But it's not really a bad thing. He's an adult, Trina is an adult, they both know that they'll only have that night and they're okay with it. Sarah is with another guy (I'm assuming they're having sex), was either of them meant to be celibate until they figured their shit out? Plus, I think it re-enforced how much in love with Sarah he was because in the next episode he got back and tried to kiss her.

[thehollowwriter]

Vent thingy

Something they don't tell you about being the oldest daughter is how horribly horribly conflicting it is when your siblings are given lighter treatment. It's always just shown with jealousy, resentment, and a sense of vengeful satisfaction when those siblings finally get a proper punishment. That hasn't been my experience, though.

I'm the oldest of all my siblings, and my mom was extremely strict with me growing up. There were little to no second chances, and there were no negations. If I had to be told twice, I got a hiding (hit with a wooden or metal spoon mostly). If I "back chatted", I got a hiding. If I forgot to do what I was told, I got a hiding. If I embarrassed my mom in front of others, I got a hiding. If I tried to hide from a hiding, I'd get an extra and more painful one. I was constantly walking on eggshells.

I keep thinking of that post talking about how kids will be easy and quiet because they're afraid of fucking up because god that is me. I was not allowed to make mistakes. I feared doing things without 100% certainty that it was OK for me to it. I felt like I couldn't make a decision if the instructions weren't crystal clear because I feared the consequences of doing something wrong. I almost never raise my hand in class because "Oh god what if I'm wrong and I look stupid" (even though often I find that I was right, I just think "At least I didn't risk it")

I both love and hate my Hospitality Studies practicals for this reason. I hate them because every single time, I'm struck with that inability to do something, and I'm constantly looking around and what others are doing to make sure my decision is okay, and that generally makes me look like a bit of an idiot who's just standing there. I love them because, love of cooking aside, I'm learning to make split decisions myself. Even if I want to curl up in a hole and die when my teacher calls me loskop or tells me I need more confidence or I'm not going to do well, I'm glad it's happened because at least during practicals I'm getting used to the idea of being *allowed* to use my head to make decision instead of fearing possibly doing something wrong.

Anyways, I wasn't allowed sleepovers unless with very few specific exceptions, I wasn't allowed playdates during the week, I had to constantly watch my words in fear of pissing off my mom and getting a hiding, etc. Beyond hidings... my mom is just very rough in general. When she did my hair she would just wrench the brush through it and didn't care even when I was crying because of how much it hurt. When she grabbed me by the arm, it hurt. When she grabbed me by the ear, she would twist and pull it and it would be red for the rest of the die. If I cried, she'd "give me something to cry about" or just say I was being ridiculous.

I was almost like Riddl, in a sense. Not that I'm a "tyrant", just that I would find myself amazed, confused, and (when I was younger) judgemental, when I saw people breaking "the rules", even if it was an unspoken social rule that had been drilled into me that turns out is suddenly okay to break in certain moments. My friends would be sassy with their parents, and I would be shocked they didn't get a hiding. My friends wouldn't have their parents going through every message and controlling what apps they download, and I'd be shocked by that. I couldn't comprehend being so "rude" and "bratty" and getting away with it scott free. I was, at one point, almost personally affronted by some of the "bad behaviour" I was exposed to.

And yet... my sister and my brother (mainly my little brother) got away with murder. Now my sister also had pretty strict treatment, but even my mom can admit it was the worst with me. It astounds me because, well, it's still the same now. My sister will say something backchatty or not do what she was told to, and either nothing gets done or she'll get a light warning. I, on the other hand, will have my phone taken from me (because I'm "too old" for hidings now). When I confront how light they are with her I'm told we are "Very different people who need to learn lessons differently"

My brother, well, he's seven. He gets away with murder times ten. Being loud, interrupting, back chatting, being disrespectful to my sister and I, not listening to my sister and I, arguing, etc etc all gets waved away with "He's 7 Quinn calm down" "Quinn you are being ridiculous" "He's a child he's going to be hyper"

It pisses me off to no end. I find myself thinking "I wish he'd just get a damn hiding" or "If I could I'd do it myself if he doesn't shut up" and in the case of my sister "I wish she got the punishment she actually deseved for once." I'm always so so angry about. I feel hurt. I feel disrespected.

But... sometimes my brother does get hidings. He does get into trouble. But it never makes me feel better. I don't feel vindicated. Not only does my mok confuse him because what is and isn't wrong will constantly change (shouting and making a noise that distracts *us* is fine, but she'll scream at him to shut up and threaten to slap him if he distracts *her* for example) but, well, my mom isn't merciful when it comes to hidings.

It happened today and I think that's what inspired to me to write this. I spend all week just *wishing* he'd get a hiding, some sort of punishment for behaviour I'd get hit and then locked outside for, but then it happens and... it doesn't make me happy to hear my little brother who's only seven and can't even read properly yet, screaming and crying in pain when my mom hits him with a spoon. It doesn't make me feel like I've had justice when I hear I him going "No no no I'm sorry" through tears. It doesn't make me gleeful when my mom comes, laughing, to tell me that he's "such a pansy" because he was crying before she had even hit him.

I don't think any oldest child wants to see their siblings get hurt. We don't want them to go through what we did. We don't want them to be punished, not really.

What we want, I think, when our siblings get lighter treatment, is acknowledgement. We want closure. Justice. We want some kind of sign that our punishers know they hurt us badly, that the way they treat our siblings is how they should have treated *us*. We want to be told we didn't deserve what we got, that it's wrong how we were treated. But... we rarely ever get that. Maybe there's a passing "Yeah we were very strict with you" like my mom did but... it doesn't fully acknowledge anything. Bringing up the difference in treatment will make parents defensive. They'll dismiss you or act like you're being ridiculous and overreacting. So, you feel the only way to get some sort of relief from the pain is if your siblings experience it too, because then you'll know it isn't just you, that it wasn't some kind of particular hatred towards you, and that everybody gets the same hurt. You don't want your siblings to be hurt, because you love them and you know their pain.

So you're never vindicated. You're never given that catharsis. You're just. Angry. You feel hurt and betrayed and there is no outlet. You're just angry and hurt. And sometimes you take it out on your siblings, and it's like a punch to the gut to realise you're not behaving all that different from your parents yourself.

[wakaposting]

ok whatever im posting it this doesn't leave the blog its too embarrassing <- there's not a single objectionable thing in it im just crazy

It started out innocently enough. Tokiyuki and his retainers had gone to the market to pick up a few things, and Yorishige had overheard their conversation on the way back.

“It would be nice if we could pick something up for ourselves once in a while,” Ayako lamented as she lugged their purchases back to the main shrine complex over her shoulder. 

“Most of the money goes directly into the shrine. Nothing we can do about it,” Kojiro said.

Tokiyuki didn't seem so down about it. “It's not a big deal,” he said, trying to raise the group's spirits. “We've got better things to do than drool over sweets.”

“The only one drooling more than Fubuki was you,” Kojiro countered, and the rest of them chimed in.

“Yeah, spoiled brat! We had to drag you away from the counter!”

“You did look quite entranced, my lord…”

“You shoulda just grabbed one and made a break for it!”

Tokiyuki covered his ears and ran forward ahead of them. “W-Whatever!” he insisted in embarrassment. “We don't have the money for such frivolous things, that's all I'm saying! No matter how delicious they might have been…”

Yorishige watched them all sprint down the hall towards the kitchen, dropping off their supplies before bounding off into the forest, still chattering amongst themselves. 

---

“Huh? You really mean it?”

“Of course!” Yorishige grinned pleasantly as he dropped several coins into each of the group's outstretched hands. “We have a little extra this month, what with all of the people's generosity. And it's good to indulge oneself every once in a while. What is the point of life if not to live it, hm?”

Everyone seemed to be excited besides Genba, who eyed the coins in his hand with disinterest. “Is that it? I can't get anything worth having with this!”

Ayako knocked him on the head with her fist.

“Gck!”

“If you don't want it, then I'll take it,” she said, making a grab for the money.

“No way!” 

She began to chase after him, and Yorishige watched with amusement as he dropped several coins into Tokiyuki’s waiting hand, curling his fingers around the coins protectively.

Tokiyuki made a face, his lips drawing into a small frown. “Yorishige-dono, are you sure this is okay?” he asked. “Just because the shrine made some extra money this month doesn't mean it will happen next month, too. I think it's better if we save it, don't you think?” 

“Nonsense!” Yorishige clasped both hands around Tokiyuki's, startling the boy. “My lord, you have better things to be doing than worrying about such affairs. I would not be doing this if we could not afford it. Money isn't as tight as you think, really.” 

He dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Besides,” he said lowly. “Some offerings go directly to the God's personal spending money, as it were. I've built up a tidy little nest egg for myself, so…”

“Shameless, aren't you,” Tokiyuki muttered, unimpressed. Yorishige floundered for a response. 

“It's not shameless!” he insisted. “It's so that I can do things like this! Here, take a little bit more with you,” he said, pressing another pair of coins into Tokiyuki’s hand.

“Wait! No, I still don't think we should be so--”

He turned the boy around and pushed him forward. “Hurry up before they leave you behind!” Yorishige called out. “And spend it all! Don't come back with any left over!”

“But I…!”

“Have fun!” Yorishige yelled after them. “Spend it wisely, all of you!” 

---

When the elusive warriors came tottering back to the shrine later that evening, they were brimming with energy. 

“I wouldn't mind getting an allowance like that more often,” Kojiro said with a grin. “Next time I'll actually buy something instead of getting distracted by food, though…”

Ayako hummed to herself triumphantly, quickly flipping a paper fan open and closed. “You should have gotten a fan, like me,” she said. “I picked that blue one out for you.”

“I'd never use it, what's the point?”

“Spending on food is never a waste,” Fubuki said. “Especially street food. There's something so delectable about it. Home-prepared food just can't compare.”

.

.

.

.

Later that evening, Tokiyuki hesitantly poked his head into Yorishige's room.

“Hm? My lord, how can I help you?” 

Tokiyuki, casting his eyes down to the floor, shuffled into the room looking as if he had done something catastrophic.

“I… I came to apologize,” he said shyly, and Yorishige looked at him in confusion. 

“Apologize? For what?”

Tokiyuki squeezed his eyes shut tight, balling his hands into fists at his sides. He looked quite worked up, though Yorishige still had no idea why.

With his cheeks turning red, Tokiyuki blurted out, “I… I spent all of the money you gave me!” 

“...Hm?”

Tokiyuki looked flustered, as if he'd been stewing on this for hours. “I spent it all,” he said, fidgeting with the hems of his sleeves. “I-I didn't mean to. I wasn't going to spend any, really, I was going to just give it back to you, but - well - Kojiro found a stall selling dango, and I haven't had any in such a long time - and it was so good, I thought it wouldn't hurt to have another one--”

“Slow down, Tokiyuki-sama!” Yorishige insisted, confused by his intensity. “It's okay!”

Tokiyuki covered his face with his hands. “I didn't even hold onto the extra you gave to me,” he lamented. “I'm so embarrassed of myself…! Really, I even told myself, at the very least I had to bring that much back…!”

“I gave you that money to spend,” Yorishige said earnestly. “You didn't have to bring any of it back to me. That's why I gave it to you!” 

But Tokiyuki would not listen to reason. He shook his head wildly, as if the shame was too much to bear. “It's not my money to spend!” he said in despair. “We could have used it for more important things…!”

Yorishige pushed himself up from his small sitting desk. He placed his hands on Tokiyuki’s shoulders. “Look at me!” he said, but Tokiyuki only shook his head no again. The tips of his ears were a bright red. 

Yorishige squatted down slightly, closer to Tokiyuki’s eye level. “My lord,” he said, more sweetly this time. “Tokiyuki-sama. You must look at someone when they're talking to you.”

Tokiyuki, after a moment, shyly peeked our from behind his hands. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, and his cheeks were red with shame. Yorishige couldn't believe how seriously he was taking this. 

“You didn't do anything wrong. I gave you that money as a gift.”

“But-!”

Yorishige shushed him with a quick press of his thumb against his lips. Tokiyuki squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced, whacking his hand away, distracted enough for a moment that Yorishige could continue speaking. Yorishige gently caught his wrists in his hands, and Tokiyuki made a face again, but did not run away.

“It's rude to refuse a gift. I'm glad that you spent it. Here, tell me - what did you buy?”

Tokiyuki averted his eyes in embarrassment. 

“Go ahead, tell me! Whatever you bought made you happy, right?” 

“Y-Yorishige-dono, really, that's enough,” Tokiyuki mumbled, shrinking in on himself. 

“If it brought you joy, it brings me joy, too, my lord.”

Tokiyuki tugged weakly to free his hands, but his shame was taking up the brunt of his attention, distracting him from a true escape. “I-I only… I spent it all on sweets,” he admitted, somehow turning an even brighter shade of red. “I didn't even come home with anything tangible… I feel so childish…!”

“If that's what you wanted, then I'm happy,” Yorishige beamed at him. He slipped his hands upwards to capture Tokiyuki’s hands in his, grinning widely. “Is that what you wanted to buy today?”

There was silence, but Yorishige waited patiently, giving the boy's hands a gentle squeeze of encouragement. “Y…Yes,” Tokiyuki finally managed to spit out, unable to look him in the eye. 

[zundamind]

wow, would you look at that! it's been a full ass year since you fucked me over! september 29th.... yeahh..... XD our fuck-you-versary! hi clifford!

in case you dont remember, the name piko might jog your mind. yeah thats me!! hellwo!! honestly you shouldve known better than to stick with your old username but hey props on you for changing it last minute! almost didnt find you for a second lolll!!

i wanted to drop in and say HEY! HELLO! HI! and give you some status updates :3

update one: i'm getting better!! no thanks to you, of course. and actually i should say we're getting better. yep! thats what happens when you suffer so bad your brain cant take suffering solo! XD

update two: while my mental health has been at an all time low ever since you fucking dropped me like a fucking ROCK, ive been getting over things lately! my clean streaks are now longer than a week! i no longer want to kms! im even making friends again!

update three: while both of the above statements are true, you still live in my mind rent free. i remember when i first stumbled across your blog a few months ago, i had a full on spiral! not anymore, though. i am STEEL, BABY! also you spinning in the mental microwave rent free is why i'm sending you this heartfelt ask!

man.... even when i try, i still find you somehow and its never intentional. like imagine scrolling the tptm tag only to be straight up jumpscared by your ex best friend's username! how embarrassing!

also i'm sorry but i have to say the reason(s) you left are sooo fucking stupid..... what, cus i was weird? come on. everyones a little weird. even a little deviantart weird. oh and because of some stupid opinions that shouldntve even mattered if you were actually a friend? get real, trey. what if i left your ass because you had a fuckin biting kink? that wouldve been funny actually. like making a sad callout post on twitter thats just "my friend left me because i wasnt vanilla enough!" XDDD

oh, and if you ever see your "stalker" again, assuming you're not thinking its me and that its actually your previous qpr or whatever the fuck, say hi! i find it funny as FUCK, since, you know, you were considering cyberstalking me at one point. and tell chaos i said hi too. i'd also mention mayu, but do you two even keep in touch anymore? probably not, considering the weird things she's done.

anyways thats the end of my relay. if you dont want these kinds of asks again, i suggest either turning asks off or just straight up deleting your tumblr and/or making another one that is NOT connected to any username youve used in the past, because in that case i'll just find your ass again lmaooo. remember! every year on this day will be the day i remind you that you are NOT allowed to stay sane X3

sincerely, your most hated, piko. (i hardly use my old blog anymore, so have fun finding my current blog! and do what you want with this ask, make a callout post, scream into the ethers, reply to it, idc.)

this should stay private but idc

i know what i did was wrong piko! i was 12-13.

dont take this as me excusing myself. i had horrible emotional regulation back then, ive healed from everything back there. you dont deserve to be called out because ur like. 14-15.

do not bring mayu or chaos into this,weve all healed and forgot abt you.

i overreacted bc of very worthless things because i was basically obsessed witj you, you were my fp, if you didnt know.

completely forgot you even existed, i havent been checking your profiles at all in months. you shouldnt either, please forget about me. you'll drive yourself crazy.,

if you think im going to "cancel" you, no im not. for your sake, please dont interact with me anymore. i apologize for how i acted over stupid things, but we were both young and idiotic. im also a system, i dont even remember half of the things you did bc of that.

move on. ive moved on, weve all moved on.

dont bother yourself with me, you dont need to.

[alterworldstudios]

Final stand

Hello everyone!!! This is a story about my friend @gemeralda07 s characters midnight and evilrette!!! Please go check her work out!! Both of them belong to her!

Long ago, before lucky first fell into this world, there once lived a guardian angel of legend.

Loved by all, revered by many, his tale of slaying the dangerous devil told from generation to generation. Many sing of his legend, for what he did that night had likely saved millions..

Though, does anyone really know how this legend played out? The angel and the devil had vanished after this fight, many presuming them to be dead, the angels sacrifice looked on with admiration and gratitude. Many believe the retelling.. But allow me to tell you what had really happened that fateful Thursday night.

It was a day like any other, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the clouds themselves had a nice morning glow to them. An average day in the safety of heaven itself.. That is, until a resounding thud shook the clouds themselves. "GAH- ow..." A small angel groaned as he fell from one of the pillars, having been sent flying into it by his training instructor. "Dangit..." "MIDNIGHT."

The angel snapped back to reality, and quickly sat up. "Sir yes sir!" "I thought I told you to watch where I aim!!! What in lotus's good name was that!?" "I.. Uh.. Well!-" "well!?" "I was distracted sir, my apologies!"

The instructor shook his head disappointingly, looking on at the moth in front of him. "You need to get your head out of the clouds, midnight. If that were a real demons attack, you'd be a dead man!" "I know I know... But that cloud over there looked like a mouse-" the instructor face palmed, the angel wincing in response to it. "I.. Uh.. I can try again. Honest! Ill be ready this time-" the angel held his hand up, and midnight swiftly fell silent.

"No. No. We've been training all morning, and hadn't made any progress what so ever. You keep getting distracted, and we can't have that on the force." "Y- you're not saying what I think you're saying, right?" "No. I'm saying exactly what you are afraid of. Midnight, if you don't clear those clouds out of your vision, you'll be demoted from guardian to common! Do I make myself clear!?" "I-uh-but sir!-" "I don't want to hear it, you. Be gone with you, out of my sight!"

With a heavy heart, midnight left the training arena, the instructor looking on as he left. After awhile, the instructors stern expression faded. "..I'm doing this for his own good, I hope he realizes that..."

Midnight meanwhile, as he left the arena, felt a bit.. Down about his predicament. He had always dreamed of being a great guardian, just like those before him, but he just can't seem to stop himself from getting distracted. He doesn't know why, but the littlest things seemingly caught his attention, whether it be an interestingly shaped cloud, A passing butterfly, or the song of a bird resting on a tree. Others were capable of tuning things out, capable of keeping form and being precise, but him? He couldn't. It was near impossible. And that was just with focus.

He was very clumsy as well, and when you're A being with three different pairs of arms, you tended to get tied up by your own limbs. The amount of times this had happened in general embarrasses him greatly..

Cursing silently under his breath, he kicked at the cloudy floor below him. "Dangit.. I can't risk losing this, what would the others think?.. If I fail at this, I'd be the biggest laughing stock of a guardian in all of history!!... But what am I going to do? Training isn't doing anything to help..."

His antennae suddenly perked up, him overhearing a passing conversation.

"it happened again, this time on the west side.." "Again!? That blasted devil.. How many souls will he kill until he's satisfied!?" "Devil?.." Midnight, his interest piqued, hid behind a nearby pillar, listening in on the conversation between two head angels. Normally, guardians wouldn't do this, it wasn't right, but.. Well, he wasn't an average guardian now, was he?

"It's been.. How many?" "Too many, hundreds, if not thousands of innocent souls damned to hell because of him." "Why is he gathering so many? Is he trying to take over that awful place?" "If I had to guess, yes..." "Maybe we should send the force to dispose of him..." "No, its too dangerous. With all those souls he had gathered, it'd be a death sentence to the entire force..." "Dammit.. What're we gonna do?.."

Midnight turned away from the pillar, thinking to himself. A devil huh? And a problematic one at that... Its a danger to souls up here? And the heads won't do anything to stop them?... "...this is my chance. If no one else will do this.. Then.. Dangit! I will!!!"

Looking every which way, until he was facing west, he swiftly opened his wings, and took flight, heading for the location this devil had been last seen.. Albeit clumsily and slowly, he wasn't always the greatest flyer. "Maybe I should walk instead?.. No. No. Flyings faster.."

As he traveled through the clouds to the western side, the clouds grew darker, and darker, becoming stained with the monochrome blood of souls long since lost. Midnight didn't want to admit it.. But he was getting scared. He hadn't seen so much carnage before, hell he's never even been on a task at all! This was his first time being this far away from home in.. Ever. And the amount of damage that littered the broken down cloudy city was nothing like he had ever seem before. Maybe he should turn back..

Before he could turn around, however, his antennae perked up once again, him hearing movement off in the distance.. Movement, and the screams of souls escaping whatever was chasing them.

Landing close by, he carefully made his way over, peering out from behind some rubble. What he saw shook him to his core, A demon snatching up souls as if they were flowers in a field, its darkened wings acting as a shadowy cape. It was chuckling to itself. "Run little souls, run.. You'll all soon be mine anyway... A game of chase is all this is!!!"

He had found him. He found the devil. And he..

Was having second thoughts.

This devil was clearly dangerous! Its wings, horns, and claws were stained with blood, it's speed unlike anything midnight had ever seen before, its sheer size making midnight seem like a tiny little bug in comparison! Its no wonder the heads seemed so against sending the force out, this.. Thing, was far too dangerous for anyone to deal with! 'maaaybe if I stay quiet, he won't notice...'

He began to walk away, trying to escape as quietly as possible.. When there was a sudden loud SNAP.

flinching, he looked down.. He had broken a twig from one of the cloud trees hanging overhead. "oh.. Shoot-"

Before he could react, he was tackled down by the devil, it laughing maniacally as it held him down. "HELLO THERE!!!!!! HELLO THERE!! OF ALL ANGELS TO SHOW UP, IT IS ONLY YOU WHO DARE? SUCH A LAUGH IT IS, I GAVE YOU SUCH A SCARE!!!!"

Midnight screamed, and kicked him away, the devil lurching away as midnight got back to his feet, quickly drawing his sword and spell book. This was it. Even if he was scared out of his mind, there was no turning back now.

"what is this, what is this?" The devil looked on. "What have they sent to stop little old me? What is it that my eyes have to see? A bug of all things, A moth to be exact! HA! oh how funny, what a hilarious act! They could've sent an army, how fun that would be!!! But its so funny, that they think a moth would stop little old me."

"I-i wasn't sent, I came here by my own volition! What you've been doing is a safety violation!!"

"HAHAHA is that so!!? Well tiny moth, you'll become a John doe!!! You should've never tried to stop me, now a never ending nightmare is all you will SEE!!!!"

"don't think like that, I will stop this act!!"

"Oh what a sight, SHUT UP AND FIGHT!!!"

the demon rushed forward, its claws colliding with midnights sword. Midnight attempted to parry, pushing the devil away. However, the demon swept him off his feet, and sent him flying with a sucker punch.

Flying through numerous buildings, midnight landed in a wall of clouds. Shaking the clouds out of his vision, he looked up just in time to see the demon barreling towards him with a mallet. Thinking quickly, He opened his spell book, swiftly casting a shield spell to block the attack. The demon lurched back, hissing at the light casted from the spell.

"...ha! There we go, you can't hit me now!!!" "Your voice is as annoying as a dying cow." "Hey! No its not, my voice is perfectly fine!- wait, huh? Where'd he g-" "quiet now, your soul is mine..."

Midnight suddenly screamed, A horrible pain felt on his back, A deafening ripping sound shaking the clouds themselves. Tossing something aside, and kicking midnight away, midnight weakly looks up to see... His wings.  They were discarded on the clouds themselves. That devil.. He.. He ripped off his wings! He could feel his blood pool around him, his vision blurring as he looked towards the devil himself. The devil quietly shushed him from afar, slowly making his way over. "quiet now, this battle is done. Just give up, all hope is gone..."

Midnight couldn't think straight. His wings were gone, discarded like toys, his vision was obscured, his eyes stained with his gathering blood, and his body felt too weak to move, the loss being too much on him.

..he felt as though he had failed, that he'd be just another tally on this demons growing death toll. This demon couldn't be stopped, not by some.. Clumsy little moth...

'...Focus.'

... He fell silent. The demon looked on.

"A quiet one now, isn't that grand? I should give you credit, an angel who never ran.. But that's all you'll be known for, is a foolish mistake. You really tried to fight me, with everything at stake?"

The demon chuckled, then turned to his wings.

"these are important, this I know... How unfortunate, you've reached a brand new low... What is an angel without its wings?... No longer flying with these silly things... Oh well, what's done is done, the wings now gone!...What'll you do, why not make it worse?...."

The demon picked the wings up once more, and lit them on fire, the wings dusting away into the evening air. Midnight only looked on with what remained of his vision...

"Hahaha.. This will now be your curse..."

'Focus.'

The moth slowly got up, the devil giving an amused smirk.

"Oh? You still have some fight? Oh isn't that just a sight. Just give up now, its for the best! Die like a moth, you stupid little pest."

'FOCUS.'

The devils smirk swiftly faded away, as the moth suddenly held out his spell book, pointing his sword with newfound determination. A crescent moon formed in his eye. 'What is this moth doing, why won't he die?! Is this.. Fear I'm seeing in my eye?'

"What are you doing, what do you hope to gain!?" "ANOTHER LIFE, YOU'LL NEVER TAKE OR HURT AGAIN!!!!"

The sky suddenly lit up, the duo fading into white, A curse had been cast, A powerful one at that.

Falling from the clouds, their visions growing dark.. The battle was over, struck right at the heart.

To the few who found the remains of it, they presumed the two of them to be dead.

...but, to them, they woke up in a new land instead.

[sugamehhq]

His Smile

[Johnny's POV]

-

Waking up this morning felt like a dream. Having opened my eyes to my future laying beside me, nothing felt real.

Of course I've been through the process of a wedding, so I knew how to go about planning. The outfits, the theme, the place, everything was in my hands, and I wanted it to be perfect.

The morning started smoothly. Cuddles, kisses, and good mornings were shared. We had a few hours before our friends were to arrive. They were to help us get ready, you know, to 'not see each other's outfits' and all.

The closer it got to the time, the more nervous we both felt. I knew it would be fine, everything was planned out the way it should be. My fiance on the other hand had no reassurance to his worries.

He worried as if the whole thing was a performance. Hell, I'd say he was more worried than I usually get before a big shoot. Having paused his own preparations, I took the chance to tell him it was all taken care of. How there was nothing to worry about, our friends and I would make sure of it.

That all he needed to do was be himself.

A comforting hug, gentle kisses, some joking around, and he was able to get himself back in the groove. 

Watching him was one of my favorite things.

Knowing this is what I'll have for the rest of my life made it even better.

-

Admittedly, when it came down to the dressing and being separated from each other, I began to worry a bit myself. Embarrassing if you ask me, but my best man understood my reasons. He was always one to turn down comforting someone with an apathetic joke, but I guess he had some heart for 'my special day'. 

I worried about the strength of our relationship, if this would really last, or if I was just setting myself up to lose it all again. 

It didn't take long for me to understand that he was different. He is the source of my comfort, the one that keeps me grounded. He doesn't know it, but he does a lot for this obnoxious movie star.

How he ended up choosing me, I had no idea, but who am I to complain. I wouldn't trade him for the world.

The entire ceremony as it stands is a complete blur to me. The only thing I remember was his face. How he smiled. He looked content, like he was proud of his choice.

It reassured me that he felt the same way I did.

-

We stood in the middle of a grand room. Everyone else had cleared the floor, allowing only us to occupy it. Some people watched, some turned away. I took his hand and pulled him close to me, leaving little to no space between us.

I guess it just took a while to hit me, but halfway through our 'dance' I suppose you'd call it, I started to cry. There was no reason to, but I did anyway.

Fortunately, my face was hidden against his shoulder. I hoped he wouldn't ask, knowing him he'd laugh at whatever I had to say, but I love his laugh, so maybe it was okay.

It took some time for him to say anything. He only spoke when I shook under his arms, my tears staining his expensive outfit.

His hand planted itself against my head, gently combing through my hair. He made sure to speak quietly to not draw attention, which I appreciated, though it’s not like you could hear through the loud music anyway.

"Why the tears..?"

I hesitated to respond. My mind searched for any cohesive thought, something to give him an answer.

"I don't deserve you," was the first thing I could think of.

As expected, a soft laugh escaped his lips.

God I love that sound.

I felt his grip tighten slightly around my waist, our bodies swaying together gently.

"You deserve more than you think," he sighed over my shoulder.

It probably looked stupid the way I held him, but I couldn't help it. I latched onto him, as if he would drift away from me if I dared to let go. I didn't care. 

Despite being someone who appears clueless, he really does know what to say.

My voice melted into a river of things I love about him, everything that I felt was too extravagant for someone like me. He hummed in response to every ridiculous compliment I threw at him.

Except they weren't ridiculous, because they were true.

His smile is everything to me, the way his voice sounds, every little thing I could think of about him had left my mouth.

And he just hummed in response.

As the song ended, my tears continued. 

He pulled us apart to join our foreheads together. His hands holding my face, they began working to wipe the tears away.

"There's no need to cry..."

But there is.

I need him to know how I feel.

I need him to know I'm happy.

I want him to know he means the world to me, and always will.

-

It took some time for the tears to subside. When they did I was greeted with a clear view of his perfect smile. It was one of those smiles that looked sad, but was reassuring.

We made our way back to the main table, one that consisted of only us and a few friends. They congratulated us for the millionth time that day, of which we happily thanked them.

When it came down to the party subsiding and people heading home, we made sure to thank every person individually for coming. Traveling from one realm to another just for us? It really shows a lot about these people. It shows they really care. 

Soon enough, we were left alone. My now husband tugged at my sleeve, my attention falling to him. Something about the way he latched onto me hurt. I could tell he was waiting all day for everyone to leave just so he could appear vulnerable.

I know it's a bit dramatic, but the adrenaline of the night had started to wear off, so we found our way to the floor.

It was off putting to hear him begin to tell me everything he loved about me, his voice shaking.

I froze in that moment, his arms locking me in place. Everything he said went in one ear and out the other, but I heard it, even if it was for only a split second.

I wrapped my arms around him in return, my eyes filling with tears again as he shared his thoughts with me. Even if it was annoying to cry more that night, I happily accepted his tears. I love it when he shows me how he really feels.

We didn't stay there long, given it was getting pretty late. It was strange to head home after all that happened. Strange to know that the man in front of me was now mine, forever. He's my future, my everything, and again I wouldn't change it for the world.

I let him in the house first, as a gentleman would, and followed right behind him. He stood and waited for me to grab his hand, despite being able to see with Sento in the other. 

The way he stared when I locked our fingers together.

That perfect smile.

I smiled back before dragging him to the kitchen, some late-night wine never hurt anybody.

-

He let go of my hand while telling me he wanted to go change into something comfier, which was understandable, having been wearing a more complex suit than he's used to all day. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before bolting off to the bedroom.

A wine glass was placed on the island in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for him to come back. I stood against the counter swirling the scarlet liquid in my own glass.

I wanted to reflect on the day, run it by myself again, to make sure everything was 100% perfect. Though I guess it had to wait seeing as he had returned from the bedroom.

He came back empty handed, Sento left on its stand in the other room. He had the place memorized, so being completely in the dark didn't phase him.

We stayed silent for a while, occasionally sipping our glasses. He sat at the island, head hanging low, but a gentle smile remained. I hadn't realized I was staring until he asked me if there was a problem.

There were no problems. In fact, everything was as it should be, though I hadn’t said it outloud, leaving him to wonder what the ‘problem’ was.

Before his smile could dissipate, I spoke up,

“I’m admiring.”

He froze, his smile forming into a laugh,

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I not allowed to appreciate what’s mine forever and always?”

“You are,” he swirled his glass gently, “but, don’t you think you might get tired of doing it so frequently?”

“Not at all.”

Having downed the rest of my drink, I placed the glass in the sink behind me. The dishes could wait until tomorrow.

I watched his smile widen as he listened to my footsteps, my hands finding their way around his waist. While I placed a few kisses along his neck, a gentle shiver rattled his body. His hand found its way to my face pulling us into a soft, and much needed kiss.

He always made sure his touch was gentle.

I always found it ironic how much he’s softened up since the first time we met. Being bumped up to husband status wasn’t so bad.

-

Kiss out of the way, I offered the idea of heading to bed, of which he happily agreed. He held my hand as I led the way, my thumb instinctually caressing his fingers. 

While he got comfortable under the covers, I changed out of formal attire and into some comfy clothes. He laid there with his arms open, waiting for me to take my place. Usually I’d have to fight my way into his arms, but I guess he was in an affectionate mood after today’s events.

My point was proven as his arms wrapped around me, a light kiss pressed to my forehead.

“You’re oddly affectionate tonight,”

“Am I not supposed to be?”

He sounded confused, as if I meant it as a bad thing.

“No, no, it’s just- You should do it more often,”

He huffed a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around me,

“Maybe I will.”

And that’s all I needed to hear.

-

The next morning I woke up to a cold bed. The body that was once beside me was no longer present. I started to consider the whole wedding as a dream.

“Good morning,”

Or not.

A noise of protest left my mouth as I rolled over onto my stomach. Never will I ever be a morning person.

My husband made his way to the side of the bed, Sento in one hand, the other coming to comb through my messy hair. His touch was comforting, my eyes threatening to drift back into slumber.

“Breakfast is waiting for you out in the kitchen,”

I mumbled in response, not entirely making words, but a good enough response to let him know I heard him.

Having thought he would’ve gotten tired of staring at me, I stayed still. A few minutes pass and he’s still combing through my hair. At that point, I didn’t even need to comb it myself.

My eyes adjusted to the morning sun pouring through the window. Blinking a few more times, I looked up at the silhouette in front of me. 

My husband, an incredible person full of nothing but love, staring down at me, the warm light outlining his figure. I studied the visual before me, taking in all that I could before it could leave.

But it never left.

It stayed until I was ready to get up.

He never moved.

He sat content along the side of the bed, watching me with the limited sight he was given.

No words were exchanged, just a gentle intertwining of our fingers.

I looked from our hands to his face.

And there it was.

His perfect smile.

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Apologies if it sounds a bit rushed towards the end. I had a lot more planned for this writing, but nothing came out as I had hoped. HOWEVER, I like it enough to share with you all. Hopefully you enjoyed :))

[aces-to-apples]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by @dead-cowboy!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3? Across three accounts and like 1......1? years, jesus, 154. (I think. Give or take a couple anonymized that I may have forgotten.)

2.) What’s your ao3 word count? 325,886. Somehow.

3.) What fandoms do you write for? Previously? Red vs. Blue, The Magnificent Seven (2016), The Musketeers (2014), Warcraft (2016), RWBY, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, The Umbrella Academy, The Hobbit trilogy, Supernatural, and Star Wars. Currently: Dragon Age, Jak and Daxter, Skyrim, Ted Lasso, Kingdoms of Amalur, and Star Wars.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos? A trite, originally tumblr not!fic about OWK (anonymized), the sequel that tricked me into liking Darth Maul (anonymized), an old Cody/OWK Week fic from 2020, the first Sith!Cody fic in the tag (anonymized), and Renegade (time-traveling clones from 2018). Seven out of my top ten are anon, and eight of the top fifteen, so I figure we can just leave it there lmao.

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Not really, no. Most comments I get are.....cursory? Obligatory? They aren't substantive, is what I mean to say. "Thanks for writing this", and whatnot, which not only don't necessitate a reply, but like, what reply can there possibly be? If there's a non-rhetorical question that I can answer, or the commenter had something to say, or even just has fun energy, then I try to respond in kind, but those kinds of comments are uhhhhhh. Not something my work attracts lol. Basically, I'm not going to send a thank-you card for a thank-you card, you know?

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhhhhh, I don't know, I don't really deliberately do angst? Maybe a Dogma/Hardcase ficlet with ghost!Hardcase, but also depending on your point of view, maybe the Sith!OWK Kenfetti fic. It's hard for me to judge, I don't think I've ever even tagged something with angst, but that definitely seems like the darkest ending I've written? Idk.

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? God this is much harder than I thought it would be. Somehow I don't think these two were meant to be the hardest-hitting questions lmao? *scrolling down my fic summaries* Hmm, learning things about myself that I'm not sure I appreciate... Maybe "she wore it wonderfully well" (Mag7, Emma/Vasquez)? Trying to find something unambiguously happy that I also am less embarrassed to link is. Difficult.

8.) Do you get hate on fics? Not especially. I have guest comments turned off, my fics are locked, and I generally don't write ships with wide readerships to start with. For the most part I occasionally get something rude and entitled that I delete, but I tell you FFN readers are some of the most hostile people you'll ever meet, they're truly dedicated to being haters of anything even resembling creative writing, it's very funny.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind? I do, it's not very good, and honestly I think the most prevailing trend is consent issues and power dynamic fuckery. My first smut fic was anonymous mindsex, and my second was sex-pollened enemies lmaoooooo.

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not as often as I'd like to, but yes! Allow me to introduce you to (and please ignore that it's a fusion), DRUMROLL PLEASE!, The Worst AU In The World (Game of Thrones/Winx Club)! If you want an actual crossover though, I did just write Dorian "Dragon Age" Pavus/Savage "Star Wars" Opress, so that was fun.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge; I doubt it.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? Um. Yes. About eight years ago someone translated a Warcraft smutfic of mine into Chinese. That's the only one I know about.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No, I genuinely don't even know how that would work.

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship? Hmmm. I can't say I have one. I'm a multifandom multishipper at heart, I've burnt out of several fandoms, burnt out of several ships, and I'm too AuDHD to be able to pick a favorite anything. Trent Crimm/Jamie Tartt.

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will? To be fair, most of them. But also the Dooku POV installment of the first two most-kudosed fics' series, and the Locus/Tucker roleswap RvB fic, and the Locus time-travel fic, and the Dragon Age/Star Wars crossover Maulrexsoka fic. Just off the top of my head.

16.) What are your writing strengths? I've been told my fics tend to be very high concept and I do weird things with syntax. And honestly, that's already me knowing too much.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses? Quickest answer? Plot.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm monolingual and don't have any cultural baggage around it, so I generally find it at least some level of fun and engaging, but it's also easy for it to become gimicky when it's a conlang (guilty) and not well-executed when it's a canonically code-switching character (also guilty). I maintain however that all of that should be forgiven in Red vs. Blue fics though; the entire point from the ground up is that all the Spanish is wrong.

19.) First fandom you wrote for? ....................................Yu-Gi-Oh!. With reader-insert. I plea Not Guilty by reason of I Was Fourteen.

20.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written? See, recency bias says "cat-scratch" (amnesiac!Sabretooth AU) but brand loyalty says "peace is a lie" (JesseMaul). Maybe I'll split the difference, end up with a net-zero, and say "memento (mori)" (Cailan Theirin/Female Surana).

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Honestly I think our biggest takeaway here is that I can't be trusted to answer questions about my own content because I harsh the vibe by tending to not like it lol

Tagging whoever wants to play!

[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid

I'd like to say that when I first met you I fell for you instantly and I knew. But I didn't know. And it wasn't even a meet. I saw you at orientation first, trying your damnedest to put out the fire breathed out by the stupid mage cat that had tried to steal my spot as a student, not that I really knew what was going on at the time, that had somehow spread to your Housewarden's robes.

I didn't have much time to look at you then, frantically trying to avoid the chaos and near frozen by fear and confusion. But even in that you looked gorgeous. I blamed it on the lighting at the time, running to catch up with the grey and blue creature.

The second time I saw you was after I'd been enrolled for a while, chaos seemed to follow me as I adjusted to everything. By then I'd had to replace my glasses, not that I think the headmage intended to replace them until I had begged Riddle to bring it up with him, as I could hardly see any board or far from me and using my phone camera only did so much. I must've looked weird to you. I was staring, I know, but I could not help it, even if I was supposed to ask about your, albeit not as severe but incredibly inconvenient, injury that would keep you from participating in the spelldrive tournament.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from you then, unable to find any excuse for such behaviour even now. Only then did I learn your name, Jamil Viper. Had I known that name would haunt my every waking thought, I would not have asked it. Your hair looked so lovely that day. And the accessories you wore, I wondered if they'd look good on me, if I could watch you do your hair up.

I saw you play basketball the other day. I was sent to the school Gym to help do maintenance on the equipment. You had your club activities supervised by coach Vargas at the time, seeing as I was also there. Unbeknownst to you, the band on your uniform that you wear around your arm had fallen in the cafeteria in the lunch period before. I noticed and picked it up, sure enough that I would see you and return it eventually.

When I actually saw you there I stared again, as one with a crush does, I guess. You take my breath away. Coach Vargas yelled in my ear on accident, which embarrassingly made me flinch and cower. I have not gotten over loud noises, but I don't think I need to. God I still hope you didn't see that. But you might've.

Somehow I actually managed to talk to you and return the armband. Told you I liked the way your hair was up, that you looked cool playing basketball. I wish I could've kept talking but really, I probably only would have embarrassed myself. If you knew how red my cheeks were, how hot they felt after I'd gone out of sight. I'm sure you'd laugh at me. But I can't help myself, not when my heart threatens to break my ribcage when I so much as think about you. Your eyes are gorgeous too. Can't believe I never noticed them, but I don't look people in the eyes when speaking all that much.

Your eyes though, your eyes I adore. They are endlessly beautiful to me. They ensnare me, hold my attention, I can't look waya no matter how much I try, not that I want to though.

Not that you're ever going to read this. I'm going to hide this away later. I just had to get my thoughts out. But I, Inky, do adore you. Moreso than I have anyone before. But I won't call it love. I don't think I'd be worth that yet. Maybe one day, Jamil, maybe one day I will be worthy of calling you my love. Until then, I do hope you don't think I'm too weird.

I've got to leave it here though, the damned bird is calling me in again, for no reason I bet. My allowance better get higher, lest I go nuts here.

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Aaand here we have my Yuu-sona being down bad for the snake man. In case of terrible formatting, I am, in fact, on mobile. Might make more depending on how well this goes over but I hope it's not too obvious that this is my first writing piece,,, ya. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

Can be read as x reader, it's only my Yuu-sona, feel free to change the name in y'alls lil delulu heads cause me too<3

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[rabidbatboy]

Hi there !! I'm currently researching a paper on xenogenders and queer online culture, and I wanted to reach out to a few people in the community to ask about their experiences. If you're up for it, I'd love to hear about your gender identity and journey. /pos /gen

sure! throwing a ramble until the cut. you are welcome to cite/quote/whatever this

I would say I definitely did not have a stereotypical trans childhood, though it might seem like I did? I wore a lot of my brothers clothes and I had short hair so I was often referred to as a boy anyway. but i never felt one way or another about that other than I found it funny. I dressed both masculine and feminine. I had a different childhood experience because I’m autistic, but I was pretty social. nothing really felt off or wrong, not until about mid puberty. I didn’t really have something I was missing it was more like it just clicked one day. I wasn’t NOT being my authentic self before, but I clearly hadn’t started to fully understand

I got more online friends as my internet access developed, and around fifteen did I start being more exposed to the idea of gender identity as a complex thing. I already had somewhat of an online persona, I went by ‘mango’ so I started trying out different names too. I took the pretty typical route from she/they to all pronouns to they/them to they/he and so on. I was probably 16 or 17 when I realised I was like. totally a dude eheh. it wasn’t a huge struggle but it took me a while to get there and I couldn’t wrap my head around a lot of things. it was definitely a stress on my mind at times and i got a lot of conflicting and confusing and pressuring information from the internet and other people

I was very queer, though, and very okay with that. I had toyed with the ideas of xenogenders a little, but unfortunately getting a lot of my experience influenced by kalvin garrah as a young trans guy, I was embarrassed by complex queer identities and I shied away from using things like neopronouns. I didn’t find a good community that allowed me to be honest with myself about how I felt and what made me feel happiest for a while.

I would add xenogenders to my collection and limit them, remove them. I still got nervous around neopronouns. I gave into the kind of fears and misinformation spread around and I didn’t want to be made fun of, or be a joke.

and then as with me finding out I was a boy, it just sort of clicked. There was no huge revelation I just. didn’t care anymore. the communities I had been in weren’t really toxic, but we were young and didn’t know a lot about the world. I honestly started feeling the best when I stopped caring. Even before I started this blog, with the support of friends and my system I began to be my full authentic self. I take joy in creating so flag making and term collecting was a great outlet for stresses about my identity. Instead of making it a chore, I looked at it as a fun thing. Identity can be serious, but it helps to let go and be able to make silly flags, use silly pronouns, just to remember that it’s not all about how your presenting yourself to others, but what you’re doing for yourself to make you happy

Cheesy :)