#so if this is incoherent ignore me ig

[mrsimpurity]

thoughts about life and the future: 1%

thoughts about cockwarming logan: 99%

cw: smut (nsfw), p in v, somno ig?, cockwarming, too fluffy to be true

“you wanna keep me warm, doll?” logan asks, your head tucked in the crook of his neck as he gently runs his hands down your back.

you’re seated in his lap and god, is it comfortable. the fireplace quietly crackles as the night sets in and logan’s warm embrace and comforting nature magically make all of your pent-up stress dissipate.

“yeah. but i’m really sleepy, lo. can’t do much.” you reply, nuzzling your head against his scruffy beard like a kitty, your hands wrapped around his shoulders. your eyelids are heavy and truth be told, you really can’t do much for logan.

“it’s okay. just wanna be inside you.” the honesty in his statement sends a throb to your core.

logan places a kiss on your warm cheek as he shifts you in his lap, taking his cock out of his briefs and nudging your panties to the side so he can slip himself inside you.

his cock is at half-mast as he sinks inside your warm pussy, your velvety walls sucking him in.

you let out a soft moan into his neck, closing your eyes completely as logan bottoms out.

he mumbles a curse under his breath, holding you tight in his arms as his girth stretches you out.

your hips move on their own accord as you shift, the stretch uncomfortable for your tired body because it makes you want more. you absentmindedly grind on logan, doing your best to soothe the newly ignited need coursing through your veins, warmth pooling in your tummy.

your drowsy voice comes out in soft whimpers as your nails dig into logan’s back.

he needs to feel you come around him, he needs to feel your pulsating hole squeeze his cock as he fills you to the brim with his warm cum.

“you wanna cum, baby?” logan asks.

“mhm. sure.” you reply in a state of half-sleep ignorant bliss, devoting yourself to logan’s warmth, not a single worry on your mind as he coos you to sleep.

his thrusts start out slow and careful as he does his best not to move you around too much. his hand rubs circles on your back as he gradually picks up the face, fucking up into you. 

your submission and pure warmth exuding from your body have him going insane as he disregards everything, his thrusts slowly acquiring vigor.

“lo.” your soft voice speaks in his ear, egging him on as you feel the knot that’s deep in your tummy about to snap, the head of logan’s cock bumping up against your gummy spot.

“fuck. you feel amazing. my sweet girl.” logan grunts out, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, and his words send you over the edge as his hips snap against yours once more.

your pussy flutters around him and your words are incoherent as you cry out in soft whimpers, voice muffled by logan’s neck. you’re begging, praising and moaning all at once.

“shhh. ‘m right here, baby.” he mumbles, fucking you through your orgasm, your eyes heavy as you stir from your slumber, soft moans escaping your throat. your pussy clenches around him unforgivingly as he himself reaches his high.

logan’s warm seed paints your walls white as he cums deep inside your pussy with a grunt, fucking up into you desperately, with short but powerful thrusts, trying his best not to disturb you. 

your hole pulsates around his cock as he lets out breathless pants, holding you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing on this earth.

“feels so good, lo. ‘m so full.” you murmur, fucked out.

“go back to sleep, doll.” logan whispers in your ear as he cradles your head in his arms, his cock half hard and still inside you.

but soon enough, sleep hits him in a sudden wave too, and you both find yourself sleeping in this post-coital, but extremely heartwarming position, logan’s cum trickling out of your hole, as his lap becomes a sticky mess symbolizing your love for each other.

[sttoru]

“DO NOT INTERRUPT.”

༄ sypnosis. toji has bought you to his apartment for a quickie before he has to take on another job. toji’s agent, shiu, seems to interrupt the moment at the wrong time.

༄ note. listen i need them both in me okay.. don’t blame me f this .ehemmm, enjoy. this post contains smut. proceed at your own risk. part 2 here.

༄ tags. dom!toji x female reader. daddy kink, breast play, (implied) threesome, voyeurism, free use, dumbificiation, objectification, belly bulging, p in v — unprotected, you r not in a romantic relationship in this, toji is arrogant and a player ig, reader gets called ‘little girl, pretty, doll, sweet thing’

“toji. we don’t have all day.”

a muffled, male voice echoes through the hallway of toji’s apartment. it was a voice which toji had grown to dislike; especially due to the fact that it has interrupted many intimate moments he had with his women.

an example of such moments being now. toji had invited you over for a quickie before he had to leave to take care of a bounty he accepted. he needed to relieve his stress somehow (especially due to the constant nagging from his agent).

“tsk,” toji grumbles a few incoherent curses under his breath as he continues to drill his cock into your cunt, “can’t ya let me enjoy my woman properly for once?”

“ah, fuck, yeah—take it.” the assassin grunts, this time to you as he forces your thighs further apart; an attempt to bully his swollen tip as far as it could reach.

you hadn’t even noticed the other manly voice which didn’t belong to toji, nor had you realised that the owner of that voice slowly started to come closer to the living room. you were too lost in the pleasure you were getting as the man on top of you rubbed a calloused finger over your clit.

the heavy footsteps of toji’s agent tapping against the wooden floor increased in frequency until they eventually stopped at the door; shiu leaned against the frame, one hand in his pocket while the other held a cigarette to his lips.

“that a new one?” shiu asks as he nods his head at you, who was clearly too busy to even notice his presence in the room.

shiu’s eyes shamelessly wandered across your naked body. as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud, the erotic sight was making him forget about the job the two were supposed to get done by the evening.

his lazy gaze was focused on the way your cunt swallowed toji’s dick, your tits that bounced with every thrust and your glossy lips that babbled mindless words.

“yeah—shit, look at her, takin’ my cock so well.” toji eventually answers in a low groan, his grip on the back of your thighs tightening as to not give you the chance to escape, “gonna need to keep her ‘round so i can use her whenever.”

your blurry vision made it hard for you to see anything but toji clearly. your hands were desperately clinging onto his biceps which tensed each time you held or caressed them in the slightest.

your eyes slowly wandered from toji to the figure standing in the doorway. you couldn’t make out who it was.

“eyes on me, little girl.” toji scoffs, one hand coming up to forcefully turn your jaw so he’d be able to look into your teary eyes, “that’s it—lemme see those pretty eyes of y’rs as i fuck you, yeah?”

multiple whimpers reverberated throughout the living room as your poor body was pushed back on the couch due to toji’s massive weight leaning on top of yours. you could see the way the scarred corner of his lips curled into a smirk, completely enjoying the taste and view of your body.

“just like that, pretty. mhm, look at me.”

as toji continues to stretch out your little cunt—entirely ignoring his agent watching the two of you as always—shiu takes a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out.

as much as shiu wanted to deny that the sight had turned him on, the slight twitch in his pants said otherwise. the agent keeps his eyes on your body; shiu’d seen toji bring in many women before, however you and your high pitched moans that filled the air were too addictive. hypnotising almost.

though, shiu knew that at least one person in the room needed to stay rational. toji was obviously thinking with his dick and not his head at the moment.

“come on. time’s tick—” before shiu could finish his sentence, toji had already started to talk instead.

“shhh,” toji shushes his agent in slight annoyance, wanting nothing more than to enjoy you without having someone interrupting, “if ya ain’t gonna join, might as well shut it.”

that latter made shiu freeze in place a little, glancing from you to toji and back. shiu quickly clears his throat, rolling his eyes at the words uttered to him.

he takes a quick drag from his cigarette again, letting the ashes scatter on the floor. “i’d have to decline that offer.”

toji grins from ear to ear—eyes still focused on the way your body was quivering underneath him. his thick hand presses on your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of his dick on his palm.

“yeah? ‘re ya sure?” toji hums, finally averting his gaze from your curves to look at his agent. toji immediately knew that shiu was holding himself back, trying to play the ‘professional’ part.

a low, mocking scoff leaves toji’s lips before he looks back at you; slamming his hips against yours even harder, his heavy balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with each pump.

“i’m sure this sweet thing won’t mind being shared,” he adds, voice so sultry that it would be enough to put you in a trance, “right, doll?”

the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning and whimpering. you tried to answer him, however you cut yourself off once you felt toji flick his tongue over your nipple.

“mmh ! aah— nhh, t-toji, toji!” you repeated his name in such a sinful manner that made toji let out an arrogant laugh; he’s never failed even once to reduce the women he slept with to mindless toys who only know how to scream out his name.

“aww, can’t talk now, can ya?” toji snickers, “let daddy do the talking for ya, ‘kay? no need to have my little girl overstimulate herself.”

you nod at his words without second thoughts, drooling over yourself as your legs trembled from literally being pounded into the soft couch.

toji turns to his agent again, keeping the fast and quick tempo, the wet sounds of your own fluids mixing with his almost driving him to the edge. the loud sounds of his thrusts were impossible to ignore as well.

“i’m givin’ ya a nice opportunity here,” toji starts, swearing under his breath as he felt you tighten up around him once he hit that sweet spot inside of you.

“i ain’t the type to share my women, y’know? better make up y’r mind quick before ‘m done with her.”

shiu’s gaze flickers from your spent body to toji and then he sighs deeply. he flicks his cigarette to the side after thinking it through.

he doesn’t have much time to meet women any way. he might as well take the generous chance that was given to him.

shiu walks up to the two of you on the couch, his veiny hand already loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“fine, but we have ten minutes.”

[hypnagogics]

currently thinking about edging sub!ellie...so...whoops

"hnnn- fuckfuckfuck baby, please." she'd whine into your ear, clawing wherever she could reach on you, scratching up your shoulder blades, digging into your waist. as soon as you feel the familiar flutters of her pussy around your skillful fingers, you'd pull away with a smirk, watching her gleefully.

you slow your movements until there's only a stationary pad of your finger resting on her pulsing clit. you stare down at her as she's gasping and bordering on tearing up, face all red and hair disheveled. auburn strands a stark contrast from the white pillow she's laid upon.

she'd try to squirm around to make you continue touching her, but you don't comply. frustrated huffs and grunts fall from her lips as her bare chest heaves up and down with desperation.

"hmmm?" you'd coo at her, voice sweet on the surface, but laced with a patronizing taunt.

she'd sigh, muster up her remaining energy and throw a deathly glare at you, sharp enough to kill a man painlessly. unfortunately for her it only amuses you further, and you bite back a sneer.

eyebrows scrunched together with her gaze not leaving yours, she sputters through a clenched jaw, "i'm gonna kill you." you can't help but chuckle at the threat. you know she doesn't mean it, it was always funny when she got feisty.

"oh you don't wanna do that, no one fucks you as good as i do, baby." you finish your rebuttal by re-inserting two fingers into her weeping pussy once more, curling skyward until you hit the spot that breaks her.

within moments her back is arching into you and eyes squeezing shut, a symphony of melodic moans and whimpers flooding the room.

"yeah, that's what you wanted?" you tease, but it's ignored. you'll allow it this time. pumping in and out of her, you can tell she's getting close again, and the thought to rip it away from her yet again crosses your mind, but you've lost count at this point.

she's gripping onto your other arm as if her life depended on it, holding on so hard you swear you'll lose feeling in it.

never letting up your pace her whines increase in volume and frequency, her pussy swallowing up your digits with ease.

you're entranced by her, she's done so well you'll let her cum, finally. she's earned it.

"pleaseplease, yes, ah-" incoherent strings of pleas and delicious begs escape her, you watch as her toned abs flex and cave in as the feeling begins to build for her.

"that's it, c'mon." you mumble a praise, which acts as the gateway for her to let go and succumb to the release enveloping her.

steadily working her through it, thumb rolling over her clit and fingers milking the orgasm out of her until it becomes too much.

she's breathing deeply once it's passed and seems finally at peace after so long, so much denial. you lay on top of her, peppering open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, running your hands over her waist.

"you're so mean." she mumbles, her voice taken on a drowsy aura from the exertion.

"i know. but you love it."

"i do."

um HELLO the fuck idk what came over me needed to get this outta my system ig LMAO literally typed this in like 10 minutes in the app bye

[rosyjn]

jake sully eating you out - SMUT 18+ MDNI!! I HIT KIDS!

@pandoraslxna's kinktober prompt 02!

warnings: overstimulation, oral (f receiving), clit play, and tongue stuff ig yeah this one is nasty!!

"Lay back, love.." he croons, gently pushing back your torso with his strong arms. You comply, backing up to put your head on a pillow. He kisses around your navel and softly moves your thighs. "Spread 'em, honey,"

"I know what to do," you assure him. He smirks, kissing your pubic area as he unties your loincloth and pushes it away. You shudder at the exposure of your wet cunt to him. He takes it slow, kissing your folds and licking your slick before finally paying attention to your desperate clit.

"Ready?" he asks. You nod, but you definitely weren't ready. He quickly attaches his lips to your heat, sucking the sensitive nub passionately. The sudden stimulation makes you jump and you try to close your legs. Jake stops you, grabbing your thighs and forcing them wide open.

"Please!" you whine. Jake flicks your clit with his tongue and sucks it like he's starving. You arch your back and squirm, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation. But you're not strong enough. He's bigger. If he wants to continue eating your pussy, he can go for as long as he'd like because you aren't able to stop him. The pleasure is insane. You clench around nothing, and your orgasm approaches you faster than ever.

"Ya told me you were ready," he teases, muttering into your cunt. Your whole private area is wet and hot, dripping with Jake's saliva and your arousal. A tingling sensation takes over your clit, spreading around into your abdomen. You grab his hair, tugging at it and moaning. He sighs, giving you a break and pulling away for air. You pant, trying to relax yourself. "When I go back in, don't fucking cum until I tell you," he spits.

"What?" your body falls limp into the cot. Your practically sink in. He ignores you and leans back in, holding your legs open and grinding his clothed erection into the bed. This time, he slides his tongue into you. It slips past your folds and your walls squeeze it tightly. Your back arches again. He wiggles and curls his tongue inside of you, hitting that sweet, spongy spot.

"Fuck!" you whine. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and you pull roughly at his hair. He holds your shaking legs in place, spread apart. He continues to poke your sweet spot with his tongue. Your eyes roll back into your head and you cry out incoherent blabber as your climax rides itself out. You pray to Eywa when Jake's warm tongue exits you. You pant, watching him as he gets up and crawls next to you on the cot.

"You taste so good, baby," he pulls you into his arms and showers you with kisses.

[fandomwritingbit]

william afton x afab reader x henry emily 

A/n: I have no idea what this is. Pure horny weirdness ig, just uh... enjoy?

Warnings: swearing, smut, voyeurism and inappropriate relationships

It was that time of day where Henry found no choice but to go and interact with his co-worker, he had a plastic wallet thick with documents that he’d wanted to see, something about monitoring stock after a big party. To be honest, Henry didn’t really see the point, the accountant could do it when they come in on Fridays, but hell, keep the peace. He took himself across the building and down the maintenance corridor which housed William at the end of it. But the second he stepped in and the staff-only door closed behind him, he was greeted with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and he stood for a moment in sheer disbelief. 

He finally moved closer to William’s office, the sounds more apparent and lewder, the desperate moaning from you coupled with the wet sounds of William using your cunt. Then it struck him who you are. You, the relatively new day security guard. He liked you because you’re sweet and very capable, and yes, gorgeous; and at hearing your intimate noises and sighs he found himself rock hard under his trousers. His eyes widened in panic, he couldn’t see why he didn’t just walk away and come back later but God, he was throbbing, the image of your pretty body underneath him was too fucking good.

Hating himself the moment he thinks of it, Henry peeks his head around the corner to see Will’s back, mercifully still dressed, and your legs wrapped around his waist. He can’t take his eyes off the spectacle, your scratches on his shoulders and knee hooking him in, he’s suddenly overcome with a wave of pungent jealousy. He tears himself away and collapses against the wall outside the office, just obscured by the door frame, his cock prominent and visibly erect through the fabric. And he falls victim to your mewls and begins stroking himself, hopeful that the ruffling of his clothes as he freed himself wouldn’t give him away. 

It felt gross, but only for a few seconds as he lost himself in the idea of fucking you himself and feeling of his cock in his hand. He matches his pace to your moans, trying to block out the sounds of his co-worker, and only half succeeding. Thrusting his dick into his hand with the picture of the two of you at the forefront of his mind, trying to keep himself quiet. 

“Fuck, Will.” you half-squeal half-laugh as he pushes your back flat against the desk you’re being pounded on, pulling on his arms to get him closer to you. “God, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Please...” His cock fit so well inside you, stretching you open and repeatedly hitting that spot inside you that made you crumble.

You do, clamping down around him in the most perfectly tight way. “You dirty fucking girl. You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours? Huh?” The rasp in his voice makes you shiver.

“Noooo,” you whine, not letting him pull out of you. “Inside, Will. I want it inside.” you squeal again as he ruts into you harder, his pace staggering as he gets closer.

Your words were now etched into Henry's mind, you asked for him inside, hell, near begged for it. You still were, though it became more and more incoherent. He couldn’t believe how filthy that was, how that came from you and not some video on his phone. At your moaning he came, not having thought it through at all, releasing his load on the tilled floor, having to bite his arm to stop any sounds escaping. 

When he gained enough sense about him to fix himself, Henry put himself away and dabbed at some sweat coating his brow, still swimming in the high. He ignored the urge to flee back to his own office, instead listening to hear the aftermath of your activity. 

“You are absolute filth, my dear. Really going to finish your shift like that?” You grin, letting his cum seep out of you, still sat with your legs spread on his desk. Henry could only dream of the sight.

“Why, is it distracting?” From out the door Henry can hear William chuckling, followed by the sound of you hopping off the desk. Your boss watches you shimmy your knickers back up your legs, only half catching his release and your slick, then your skirt which you smooth down even though it did nothing to make you look more presentable. 

You go to move past your boss, your make up smudged. “Get yourself here after hours.” He speaks into your ear, as you walk out the door, slapping your arse when you pass him, a smirk on his face. 

As you opened the door, Henry did his best to make it look like he’d just arrived, in the traditional sense and not the way he had, giving you a polite smile without meeting your eyes. 

“Oh hey, Mr Emily.” you say, taking a moment to look at him, “You alright?”

His breath hitched at your question, but you didn’t quite realise why. You must be too fucked out. “Yes, uh fine.” He manages, internally willing you to just walk away. You do, smiling at him in your usual friendly way like he didn’t just hear you ask your boss to fill you up.

“Henry...” Will emerged himself, his tie undone. He raises his hands, presenting his palms, speaking jokingly, “I can explain.”

He sighs, “Yeah, I’ll bet.” His sarcastic tone and the look on his face told William more that he would have liked. 

His head fell back in laughter, “You heard then?” When Henry’s face didn’t change, he just laughed again taking a minute to curb it before finally asking, “What are you here for, Henry?” though the grin remained. 

“I have the inventory documents you wanted, after the big party.” He says dryly, eager to end this conversation and avoid more gloating, because his jealousy was evident, as was the proof of his activity still on the floor. 

Henry is faced with a look of boredom from Will that pretty much mirrored his own expression. “Just leave it on my d- actually, not the desk. The uh filling cabinet, leave it there. I need a piss and a smoke.” He moved past Henry, adjusting his tie as he walked away. 

About half a pace from where he left his co-worker stood, he slips, his heel catching the mess Henry had left on the floor. It was only brief, but enough to make him look down at the stickiness on his shoe in disgust, though fortunately to Henry he didn’t catch on. 

“And get a fucking cleaner in here, shit.”

[m1d-45]

the rule of threes

summary: “subject two” was created in the image of a god he could never fulfill. how does that turn out for him? (spoilers, not well.)

word count: 3.4k

-> warnings: major spoilers for albedo lore, rhine is Not A Good Person, uh ig allusions to gore but nothing bad, incoherency in General

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr

< masterlist >

“have you ever tried to create life from nothing?”

for a woman of science, rhinedottir was acting rather scatterbrained, frantically pulling bottles from shelves. each of them was twisted, and eventually returned to their place, the small plate above them marked with red.

“to sprout a seed with no water, to make a flower bloom within your hand?” it was a wonder she was still talking to him, crazed eyes always searching for his. did she think he’d run off? it wasn’t as if he could, with the doors bolted shut. “impossible. impossible. the slightest of changes in the ley lines ruins everything- have not one of these survived?”

that was new. he’d thought the lab was low enough no elements flowed, or at the very least the rest of the city blocked it. that’s what he’d always believed, as it was the only solution for his failure.

or was it him that was the problem? he didn’t know. he may have been her first success, but he was also her first failure.

bottles stopped returning to shelves, glass shattering on the floor and sending thick sludge all over the floor. fragile bones cracked on impact, half formed bodies crumpling with splats that made him cringe.

it wasn’t rare to see her so angry, but it was rare for her to take it out on her work. still, he did his best to ignore her, bringing his legs onto his chair and twiddling a pen between his fingers. it didn’t make it easier to block out the sound, but he did feel better when he could focus on tracing a square over and over, trying to keep the lines as thin as possible.

“stupid, stupid stupid stupid! i told them this would be revolutionary, but all they think about is their god-“ their what? “-and they don’t even try to listen to me! of course they didn’t, because what do i know? i’m only the-… the…”

he did look up, then, seeing her staring at a bright bottle. at least a hundred shattered bottles lay at her feet, yet she didn’t seem to notice, transfixed by the single flask in her hand.

“the greatest alchemist in the world,” she whispered.

all at once, she turned to him, boots crunching over flesh and bone as if it were nothing. he winced back slightly when the squish of her boot made some of the sludge splash up, landing halfway up the leg of his chair.

“look.” he didn’t want to. her eyes were wide and crazed and he was terrified. the bottle itself was harmless, the organism inside curled underneath and far from consciousness, but she.. “he lived.”

he gripped his pen tightly, forcing a nod.

“he’ll be perfect.” that’s unrealistic. “i just know it. look at him.” you’re being irrational. “he needs a name.” you don’t even know if he’ll survive.

she walked away and began to pace, seemingly not noticing the tens of half-formed corpses beneath her feet. “a name, a name…”

what a sight. for someone so set on creating life, she disrespected so many.

he looked back down to his paper, continuing his exercises. around the square, then the other way, then the hexagon. the lines grew thicker as the amount of sides increased, his pen slipping on the page. still, he kept his hand as steady as possible, breathing slowly. he could just ignore her. it’s not like she’d ask for his input, so he can just focus on the shapes, keeping each angle as sharp-

“hey!” his pen slipped as his shoulders jumped, dark ink soaking through the page. he turned, and found her frowning at him, bottle clutched in her hand. “pay attention. this could be groundbreaking; whatever you’re doing doesn’t matter in the face of perfect alchemy.”

he was doing as he was told. practicing his lines, slowly taming the tremors in his hands, stopping every half hour to train with the ball she’d given him for that exact purpose. ten squeezes with one hand, ten with the other, ten between the palms, and a quick massage of the muscles. as he was asked.

“i’ve decided on a name, if you care.” she turned back to the bottle, all traces of anger dissipating. she smiled at the bottle, carefully twisting it in her hands. “he will be nigredo.. the first stage of my magnum opus.”

his eyes flicked to the bottle, a small ember of resentment burning in his chest.

“as you wish, master.”

‘nigredo’ didn’t last long. within a month or so, his bottle blackened, eventually cracking altogether. he was there when she came back, finding the bottle leaking on her desk. she’d panicked, frightened, her concern eventually bubbling into anger.

the bottle had hit the wall just beside his head. something soft trickled down his cheek, landing on his paper. he lifted his hand, feeling dust fall from a small slit in his skin. he looked over to rhinedottir in shock, but she wasn’t looking. she was pacing angrily, glaring at the paperwork on the desks around her like it would be the next thing thrown. he didn’t want to bother her, he didn’t, but whatever sand was pouring through his skin was making him panic.

a breath in, a breath out. she didn’t seem any less upset than the last time he looked.

“..master?”

his hands flinched tighter when she whipped to look at him, his pen skidding across the page again.

“what?”

“my.. my cheek.” he took his hand away from it, but the dust continued to fall. “the bottle hit me.”

she stared, confused. “what bottle?”

“nigredo’s.” his chest burned, bitter, but he pushed aside his feelings. “i.. don’t believe this is normal, is it?”

another stretch of silence, her eyes flicking between his and the wound on his cheek.

“why would i do that?”

“i’m not suggesting you’d hit me on purpose-“

“why would i throw him? no, i.. i was going to fix him. i wouldn’t do that.”

it was his turn to stare, shocked. “but… you did.”

the dust hitting his page was the only sound in the room, neither of them moving.

“don’t be ridiculous,” she eventually said. “i wouldn’t hurt him like that. i have no reason. why would i waste so much of my time like that? all my effort into imitating the div-….”

“…you were angry. people say and do uninthings when they’re-“

“and what would you know about people?”

that was cruel.

his synthetic heart beat in his ribs like it wanted to flee, the dust continuing to pour from his skin in a stark reminder of his inhumanity.

“…master-“

“i’m leaving. i expect this place to be clean when i come back.”

he didn’t even flinch when she slammed the door. such things were regular occurrences.

“…what’s this, master?”

“he has a name. durin.”

another one with a name. when would he earn his?

“i see. my apologies.”

“whatever. go say hello.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me.”

sand was still trickling from his cheek, a brief wave coming quicker when he frowned. “master, i don’t think-“

“he doesn’t bite, it’s fine.”

and to her credit, he hadn’t.

(“rhinedottir! what have you done?”)

(“i’ve done many things. could you clarify?”)

(“w-what’s this?” his body was dead, but he still felt the way durin grumbled and hissed. “what have you made? we’re willing to look past a lot of your experiments, but this-!”

(“watch your tone. he’s perfect.”)

(“rhine-“)

(“why can’t you all just trust me? you act like i’m touting myself around like a god-“)

(“you are. your hubris will get you killed-“)

(“by who? what? who’ll dare to touch me? …nobody. exactly. nobody, not even that thing in the sky that calls itself the creator.”)

(“rhine-!”)

(“no. get out. you’re disrupting my work.”)

(“you know how celestia is, they’ve already started approaching the gates-“)

(“then let them come. you’ve seen my work. we’ll survive the battle.”)

(“what of the innocents? what of the kids and the elderly, those that did nothing wrong? do they deserve to die for you?”)

(“…if i deserve to die, then nobody deserves to live.”)

in his opinion, there’s only one thing worse than dying: figuring out you hadn’t.

the constant beat of a dragon’s heart had finally dulled, and with it his uncertain stasis ended. he was brought back to life, surrounded by bones that weren’t his, unsure which way was up.

the bones were tough to break, but a small sliver off the end made it easier to cut through flesh. he didn’t know why he was alive, or how, all he knew was the red blood oozing around his hands and a drive in his chest that told him to survive. his skin was hot, his clothes clinging to him and adding to the feeling of being trapped, the sludge around him unrelenting in its quest to keep him there, inside, stuck in the chest of this beast-

the air was cold. his heart was colder. the ground was hard where he fell, humming with energy from the core he just escaped. he looked up at the heart, his own beating frantically, and watched the space that he had carved for himself seal up, as if he was never there to begin with. the blood and flesh left on his clothes—he was still wearing the same thing from that day, torn and flimsy—soaked into the ground, making the earth burn a vibrant red.

durin had died too, just as nigredo had. he was the only one left. the only one left of rhinedottir’s creations, accused of killing the first and nearly dying to the second.

or…

well, he certainly wouldn’t be surprised if she’d kept her other projects quiet. he was hardly allowed to leave the lab, let alone the palace, so who knew what she was up to? it could be any number of things, knowing her.

he pushed himself up on shaky limbs, uncharacteristic anger fueling his thoughts. he never hated rhinedottir before, but now that he was betrayed, what point did he have to try and care for her? she never gave him her love, so why did she deserve his?

with a hand on the wall—flesh melded into stone, he didn’t think about how long durin had been sitting here lest he be paralyzed by time—he began to stumble toward the exit of the cave, his legs stiff. he felt like when he was first created, shaking and confused, except now he knew that he was weak due to muscle atrophy and not his nerves struggling to fire.

(“there you are,” she had smiled. “let me help you down, i’m sure it’ll be hard on your own.”)

(it was. he clung to her as his lifeline, hands shaking and knees wobbling. the room was bright, loud, his mind pinging from object to object as he reached for anything he recognized. how strange, to be formed fully conscious and yet without any knowledge of the world around you. no words to describe the softness of the cot she sat him on, no name for her eyes as she gently picked up his hand, tracing the tremors.)

(“are you scared?” he didn’t know what that was. the lab was confusing, emotions he didn’t know how to handle bubbling and overflowing. “i’ll take care of you, it’s okay.” a hand to her chest, a soft call of her name, the first word he ever knew one that belonged to her.)

(he’d done his best to learn to say it, but he was imperfect. his hands quaked, his tongue was stiff, and by the time he’d managed to say it in full she had corrected him to ‘master.’ he only learned the concept of time when he was told he was using too much of hers, sequestered to a corner of the room where she didn’t have to look at him.)

(maybe that was why he wasn’t given a name. why would he have one when he couldn’t even recite it?)

with a shake of his head the memory was cleared, mind once again centered on the cave. perhaps he should sit, try to clear the fog over his head… the air was getting colder the further he went from the heart, white dust flickering in the air. ash? no, too bright…

he lowered himself to the ground carefully, leaning against stone. already he was tired, and he’d barely made it halfway out. how long was he… not asleep, perhaps unconscious? he didn’t know.

something was—howling? calling? what was the word? was all that time spent with a dictionary was for naught?—loud, crying out and filling the whole cave. maybe whatever was moving the white… what was it? it looked soft where it piled on the ground, yet to survive in the cold air… all of it melted before it reached him, but he wanted to know what it was.

(curiosity.)

the ground was rocky, but he had plenty of practice in pulling himself where his legs could not take him. across the lab, into a chair, to the shelf when his master was too busy to get it herself. he guided himself around a sharp stone, stopping a few inches away from the substance. already some of it was beginning to land on his clothes, settling into the creases as he pulled his legs up to his side to sit more comfortably. he lifted his hand, watching as a few of the particles landed in his palm. they were small, details too fine for him to fully pick out. they melted slowly in his hand, fading away, but many more soon took their place. they were cold, but he hardly felt the chill anymore, transfixed by the sight. they had to have a name, right? something soft, to adequately describe the gentle fall when they weren’t whipped around by whatever force lay outside the cave, had to…

“have you never seen snow before?”

snow. snow. ah, that was a nice word for it.

“i haven’t.”

he looks up, finally, and sees another man standing there. he has light hair and a blue shirt, a white lab coat overtop. an odd orange crystal sits at his collar, just below a diamond shaped mark on his skin in the same color.

“who are you?”

they both ask the question at the same time, and he’s surprised by how hollow he feels when asked. he doesn’t have a name, not even a designation or title. anger began to spark in him again, but was cut short by the other man putting a hand to his chest.

“i am the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, here to determine any changes resulting from the uncharacteristic ley line activity recently.” an alchemist… his master was an alchemist, wasn’t she? was she still alive? maybe she knew this man- could he see her again? would she remember? maybe him being eaten by durin was a fluke, maybe she’d say sorry and maybe his survival was enough proof of his worth that he’d get what he’d longed for for so long.

“my name is albedo. what is yours?”

the world stopped turning. the snow stopped falling. everything froze, his world sharpening to a pin, his breath pausing as he looked into the eyes of the man with a name.

the creation with a name. albedo.

“…her magnum opus.”

albedo blinked, but didn’t seem all that surprised. “so you are another of master’s students.”

‘student.’ he was lucky she afforded him a spare pen, but he was taught?

(what did he know? he wanted to know too. what did his master do? what else was there to learn? how many books of knowledge existed beyond the four walls he’d grown to hate? could he finally put the sights to the names? what was the sun and how did it rise, what was a day and how did it end, what was the world and how did it work?)

(curiosity.)

“how interesting. she told me of a few trials before me, but i didn’t expect you to be-“

“were you created too?”

say no. say no and tell him he wasn’t the only one. say no and say it wasn’t his fault. say no and say he wasn’t a failure.

“…yes. i was.”

anger was bubbling and beginning to rise, irrational and yet uncontrollable. he shouldn’t be angry at albedo, he’d done nothing wrong, but his heart refused to obey.

“did she speak of me?”

“i don’t know. she spoke about durin, sometimes, and mentioned one of my predecessors. are you nigredo?”

nigredo died. nigredo died, and yet he was worth more of her time.

how?

what made him so imperfect? what was wrong with him being a first attempt? that didn’t mean failed. first didn’t mean failed, it meant first.

he was the first. had she not completed what she set out to do? synthetic life, an abiotic creation, proof of her knowledge and ability, proof it could be done at all. what part of him made him so inherently worthless? why did she want perfection? why couldn’t he be perfection?

albedo walked closer, more details coming into focus. the buckles on his coat—not a lab coat, then, or perhaps an altered one?—and the lines on his boots clear enough he could see them. when he crouched in front of him, he could see the gem on his collar sway slightly, the spikes on its inlay now visible. he leaned away, one hand tightening into a fist where he’d set it in the snow, the cold sinking into his palm. it rushed up his arm and into his chest, settling right next to the burn of his anger.

“when did you get your name?”

“when i was first able to ask for it.” albedo took his hand despite how he tried to pull it away, easily overpowering him. “interesting. you don’t appear to have any body heat of your own, and yet are shivering.”

(anger.)

“are you scared?”

(rage.)

“has she sent you? is that why you’re here?”

“not at all.” he let his hand fall, idly swiping a bit of snow from his shirt. his hand was warm. “i came here to inspect durin’s heart. did you come from there?”

(righteous fury.)

the snow in his hand packed together, the swirl of flaming anger and frigid resentment making his chest heaven as he took in air he didn’t need.

“i was eaten by him.”

“you survived being eaten by a dragon? a commendable feat. did you dig your way out?”

with hands that shook and eyes that couldn’t cry, supported on weakened legs and with bones barely able to keep me up. were you fed as often as i was? you look much less wiry.

“is that why your hands are shaky? perhaps i should take you to my lab…”

yes, the lab, take me there and fix everything that’s wrong with me, give me writing exercises and assure me it’ll pass, that i’m something broken, that you know better, that i was never and would never be what you wanted or strived for. tell me often enough and i’ll believe it, i’ll believe you when you say i’m wrong, believe you when you say it won’t hurt, believe you when you promised it would be okay, for you were the master and i were the slave-

a string that wasn’t his snapped, another’s anger channeled through him. all he could see was red, a chalk heart in his ears demanding he hit before it was returned. who, he didn’t know, nor why, a torrent of thoughts released through him, years of anger melting the ice around them.

albedo didn’t deserve his anger, not really. but his master did, and he was the closest thing.

[sseniita]

breaking generational trauma*

*ig the name is staying

pt 1

“Oh shit, she is related to you.” 

Hero readjusted Eloise on her lap, not paying attention. “I told you to stop swearing in front of her.” She looked back to the villain’s holographic screen, numbers, graphs, and codes she didn’t understand but were practically the villain’s mother tongue. The hero sneezed; it was cold in the villain’s lair. Wait- what did he just say?!

“We’re related?!” the hero exclaimed, rolling her chair closer to the villain. 

“It certainly looks like it. Her DNA and yours are almost identical.” The hero considered this, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter-” the villain shook his head. “sister?” he shook it again.

“More like a clone.” He said, much to the hero’s disappointment. 

“Will she be normal?” The hero hoped. 

“Don’t know.” The villain said quickly. “Since the procedures performed on you when you were little were practically radioactive, it changed your DNA into something very different than your original one - that’s the one Eloise’s is similar to.” 

“What’s that mean for her then?” 

“I’d have to do some more tests, but that suggests a high probability of having powers. At least eventually.” 

The villain noticed the hero begin bouncing her leg, by proxy, also bouncing a smiling Eloise up and down- at least she was enjoying this. 

“Look- it’s just a primary hypothesis. I can’t be sure of anything just yet.” 

“It’s been a month.” The villain sighed at the desperation in her voice. The dark circles under her eyes were worse than usual. She’d stayed at the villain’s place about 5 or 6 days a week, in that time she barely slept, obsessing over Eloise and what her next step should be.

“Hero, this takes time. We’re in no rush. No one knows she’s with us.” 

“Yet! Last night another hero asked me where I was all night.” 

“Well, what’d you tell them?” 

The hero sighed in embarrassment. “I told them I was having tummy issues.” She uncovered Eloise from the blanket to stand her up on her thighs, looking at her intently, it seemed as if all her issues disappeared in a second. “You’re lucky you're so cute." She told the baby. "And that you are literally me, apparently." But she wasn't. Sure, they had similarities, but no way Eloise was a clone. There was definitely something else going on that they'd get to the bottom to eventually. These thoughts were interrupted by Eloise spitting and giggling.

They stayed like that for a while, listening to Eloise babbling incoherencies. They read somewhere they should encourage a baby's babbling by nodding and repeating oh’s and ah’s. Finally the hero's exclamations isolated the villain’s- he quickly stopped. 

“How do you know that?” She asked, carefully. The villain hummed in question, prompting clarification. “About my DNA, the procedures, how’d you know that?” 

The hero could have sworn the villain stilled- stuttered even. As soon as she noticed it, it was gone. 

“It’s pretty obvious from your DNA sample, Hero. Your DNA doesn’t look the way it should. Shouldn’t be stable- yet it is. Obvious signs of some sort of radiation. People aren’t just born this way.” He spoke in quick, short sentences, very unlike him.

She ignored the way he dodged her question. The villain knew more than he was. It was no secret how extensively trained he was in medicine, engineering, and lord knows what else; proved by his ability to recover the hero from certain death, his insane contraptions and robots, and how he was able to keep up with her- in short, the villain was the smartest person the hero had ever met.

Furthermore, fighting him one on one was also unnecessary to know he was a force to be reckoned with- he always says he doesn’t work out- preferring to explain how making robots and machines are laborious tasks. No way was the hero believing that the villain got like that through daily activities when the hero trained almost five hours a day and looked nothing like him. This proved two things; the villain was totally the hero’s type, and that he could lie. Both were equally important for different reasons. 

“What’s DNA supposed to look like?” She tried, pointing to the diagram on the screen. “Looks like the ones in textbooks to me.” 

“To untrained eyes, yes.” 

“What’s yours look like? Can we compare it?” 

“My, asking to look at my DNA? That’s a bit intrusive if not forward, hero.” 

“Ah, my bad. Should I have asked to take you out to dinner first?” The villain was almost taken aback. Almost. He didn’t respond. She took note. 

She sighed, putting that topic to rest- choosing to believe him, what other choice did she have?

“Let’s head back to mine,” the hero wished he’d said that the same way he did in her dreams “are you staying overnight? I have a meeting later with other villain. I can drop you off though, dinner is in the fridge and I’ll be home by 11.” 

Hero got up, Eloise still babbling in her arms. “Sounds good. And, um, thanks. For all of this” she said. The villain had a habit of putting a hand on her back to lead her out, it gave the hero butterflies every time. This time was no exception.

The villain had stayed true to his word, he arrived home to a dark and quiet apartment, locking the door and moving around as quietly as he could. He followed the sounds of Mozart playing through the stereo through the open guest room door, simultaneously taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. Peeking quickly into the bedroom, he saw the hero and Eloise cuddled together on the puffy bed, toys thrown around, and window open allowing the curtains to billow in the wind. As he moved in to close the windows, he stepped on a toy which said a loud 'the cow goes moo' awaking both the hero and Eloise. The hero instinctively grabbed Eloise as she scanned the room for any danger before laying her eyes on the villain. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. Eloise started crying. 

With a sigh that turned into a yawn, the hero got up to turn on the lights and begin to rock Eloise back to sleep. 

“Nice one, Mr. stealthy and secretive villain.” She joked. 

“I’m so sorry.” He repeated. 

“It's my fault for falling asleep before cleaning up.” She said over Eloise’s cries. She held her closer, shushing in-between yawns and bouncing her to no avail. The villain stared guilty at the hero’s dark circles and slumped shoulders. Her eyes were half lidded as she tried her hardest to stay awake. The villain knew anybody outside looking in would immediately label the villain as a deadbeat dad and husband. 

He usually gave the hero the honors of changing, feeding, playing with, and putting Eloise to sleep, preferring to stand on the sidelines and buy diapers or bring the hero bottled milk. Aside from once or twice a week when the hero had stayed at the Hero Dorms to avoid suspicion- where the villain had spent the whole nights awake, anxiously making sure Eloise was still breathing- he hadn’t had much time taking care of Eloise. After a night of keeping the baby alive, the hero had previously asked how the villain's mother took care of him. She seemed oddly excited to hear about villain's upbringing, he wished he could tell her some amazing story about a loving mother and ways he was raised but all that came out was an undignified 'I don't know.' The hero had insisted, leading to the villain acting curt to get her to drop it.

After that, he kept his distance mostly because the hero looked so striking and dooming to the villain as a mother, among other things. The villain wouldn’t be able to disillusion himself if he took on the role of father. Not to mention Eloise was an adorable child. Curious, social and playful; she had won over the villain’s heart. But this won’t last forever, he’d remind himself, don’t let yourself get comfortable. 

“When’s the last time you slept?” he asked.

“Hmm? I was just sleeping.” 

“More than 3 hours?” 

“At a time? Or in one night?” 

The villain sighed at the confirmation of his suspicions. He had definitely gone soft. With the hero being half asleep, it was easy to peel her off and take Eloise into his own arms. 

“Hey-” she reached for the baby. 

“You need the rest- you're saving people for a living, remember? I’ll take her tonight.” 

“Oh. Are you sure?” She lowered her voice, Eloise was finally settling into the villain’s arms, cries subsiding. “She- she might not let you sleep.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Get some rest.” 

“Oh um. Ok. But let me know if you need anything! I’ll leave the door open-'' the villain was at the door frame as the hero scooched herself to the other side of the bed. 

“Yes. Good night.” 

“She likes to use your arm as a pillow! The bed pillows are too puffy for her.”

“Anything else?” he asked sarcastically. 

The hero looked nervous, grabbing a pillow to hug. 

“Uh- no. Sorry. Ya, goodnight.” The villain began to walk to his own bedroom. “Um! You know what? She’ll wake up around 2 anyways! Why don’t I-” hero called out, making her way over. 

“Do you not trust me?” The villain finally asked, as if the hero truly had any reason to trust him. He was a villain, she was a hero. They both seemed to forget. “You always get like this when I take her for the night.” The hero looked mortified. 

“Huh? No! No, that's not it at all, it’s just…” The villain raised an eyebrow. “I just have nightmares without her. I get anxious when I wake up and she’s not there. If something- anything- happens I know I’ll be right there to do something.” She stuttered. The villain only stared indiscernibly. 

“Uh. I’m sorry. You’re right.” She quickly gathered her things. “I should go then, I’ll leave her with you. I’m sorry.” As she walked past the villain he stopped her with a gentle arm on her shoulder. 

“Do you want to sleep with me?” 

The hero short circuited. “That seems inappropriate.” She stared at a sleeping Eloise. The villain, awkward, retracted his hand.  

“No, Hero. As in, do you want to share a bedroom? That way you can sleep soundly 5 feet away from Eloise and I can take care of her through the night.” 

“Oh.” The hero reddened. “Yes. Of course that’s what you meant.” The hero could only hear the villain chuckle in the darkness. “Um. Are you sure? You said you didn’t want any part of this. I’ve thrown way too much on you-” 

“I insist, hero. Takes a village to raise a kid, right? Besides, You desperately need sleep. I planned something big, I need an even bigger, stronger hero to stop it. I need you to be at your peak.” The hero could almost hear his smirk. She practically swooned, glad it was too dark to see much of anything. “Ah. Of course. So this is all self regarded?” 

“Of course.” The hero felt the familiar hand at her back as the villain led her into the bedroom. She quickly took a spot on the left side of the bed and waited for the villain to bring in the crib. By the time Eloise was tucked into it, the hero was fast asleep, covered in blankets and snoring softly. The villain crawled in slowly, finally getting used to the hero’s slow, if not constant, movements beside him before Eloise woke up exactly at 2 am. 

The next morning the villain woke up with dark circles under his eyes- barely rested-, his spit up on shirt across the bedroom floor, and the only thing keeping him warm was the hero's embrace, with her thigh on his stomach and her head on his chest. It was the best night he’d had in years. 

[iworshipsappho]

misconceptions about yr characters that i have come across, that really piss me off

the fact some believe that simon essentially forced wille to pick between coming out and dating him. THAT WAS NOT THE ENTIRE CASE OMG. the problem wasnt that wille denied it was him, simon totally understood that even if he wasnt exactly happy with their situation, he knew about who wilhelm was from the beginning and what that entailed. it was the fact that wille essentially promised simon that he would do what was best for them and actually hopefully come out, but then denied any and all involvement with simon, even friendly without a semblance of keeping him in the loop. it was that which created the gaping chasm of broken trust and uncertainty between them. simon NEVER forced wille to come out, it was always going to be on wille's terms.

i saw a post that suggested that sara was the one being a dick at marieberg rather than the one being bullied. and oohhhh boy let me tell you how fucking mad it made me. look im not going to infantilize her and brush off all her mistakes with the dumb reasoning of "oh she's neurodivergent." no, i wont be doing that. like any other character she too has nuance and a lot of depth and its always the one dimensional "analyses" that make me want to scream (derogatory). so coming back to my point. seeing people just blatantly call her manipulative and unforgivable without realising how conflicted her character is just sooo ughhh. (i realise that im not really versed in the intricacies of how her character essentially feels and im always open to criticism and adept analyses of any and all characters :3)

posts were people essentially hold simon and/or sara's mistakes to the same level as the CRIMES that august has committed and its just????? what in the even???? like- as i said, not ignoring the nuance here, but literally NOTHING can justify august's actions. he was always going to use that video with malicious intent. it was never going to be some oops teenage boy did a smth stupid when he literally recorded an intimate video of two minors. nothing can morally or legally (ig) defend that-

apologies if this comes off as like insanely aggressive and incoherent or smth bc this is more or less a vent post fhjsghsjgsg :'))

ANYWAYS yeah

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Hi, can i please request rinne amagi ass up face down until he's overstimulated and biting the sheets?❤️

If the requests are closed , u may ignore this!!

Y'all know how much i like sluttifying Rinne, and I'm gonna do just that! Thank you for requesting, love!

Muffled cries (ft.rinne)

Warnings: sub!Rinne, dom!gn!reader, anal fingering, overstimulation, dacriphilia, praising, Rinne is uncharacteristically subby

a/n: this came out more fluffier than i imagined, but ig rinne deserves some gentleness too

His barely audible whines turn into muffled screams as you keep thrusting your fingers in and out of him. All his pride has long been forgotten, mind preoccupied with thoughts of yet another approaching orgasm.

"Mmf!" You don't stop moving your hand, but ask him what he said. He responded with another incoherent sound, words swallowed by the pillow.

"Ah ah! You'll have to speak up, if you wanna continue. Or else I'm not gonna give it to you, Rinne." He stays silent for a moment, before lifting his head from the pillow, looking over at you. His eyes were red and filled with tears, bottom lip shaking.

"Please! I can't anymore..." You give his red hair a gentle brush, fingers still deep inside Rinne. It's a nice change of pace seeing him so pliant once in awhile. "You can handle it, Rinne. I know you can. One more, okay?"

He chews on his lip, but nods in agreement. Once his head falls back down on a plushie pillow, you resume your pace. The way he clenches around your digits give you a hint of how close he is. But you pay no mind to it, working him open and purposely brushing against his sweet spot.

"Ah! 'm gonna cum, let me, please!" Rinne doesn't bother to hide his moans and pants now, eyelashes trembling as he keeps swaying his hips back to meet your fingers. You give him a much needed permission, and Amagi comes in thin ropes, semen sticking to the sheets underneath him.

You hum softly, working him through his orgasm, yet don't stop even after he comes down. You watch as panic creeps up his face, eyes shooting open and searching your calm expression. "You said only one more! I came, hn–"

"I did say that, right? Haha, but you looked like you were having fun. That's why I think you deserve another one!" You run your free hand up his thigh, taking his balls and fondling them. Rinne's mouth falls open, 'ohs' and 'ahs' filled the room.

"You can touch yourself." With that his hand flies up to his leaking dick, pumping himself. Amagi drops his face down, saliva drooling from his mouth. His legs tense up, hand moving erratically and hole clenching hard. A mantra of your name and 'cumming!' leaves his mouth, and soon the words become reality. He bites down on the bedclothes just as yet one more orgasm hits him.

"You've done great, Rinne. Let's get you cleaned up, before you fall asleep," you brush away messy hair that fell on his eyes, only to find him passed out, "Ah, you kinda did already. Alright, we'll clean later. sleep it is, then!"

You lay down next to him, throwing a blanket over your figures. As if by reflex, Rinne cuddles up to you, sighing in content.

[i-have-dots-in-my-brain]

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(Both of my personas)

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[honeyglz]

I know damn well Outlaw!Cowboy!Izuku wouldnt make me feel like shit w/ other ppl. He listens. I know he told me himself. So because he told me heres some cowboy word vommit. Because I felt like shit tonight lmao!!!

He's so nice too. He would never talk down to you, well sometimes but he means well!! He likes to hear you rant, even if its angry incoherent thoughts spewing from your mouth. He doesn't care, he wants to hear you speak, just you <3 Sometimes he since he's not rlly supposed to be around ya, he will find ways.

Man's pulls up in a milk man outfit and you have to patiently ask if he bought the milk or if you have to put him back in his cell. "C'mon darlin its just some milk!! And plus, I know you missed me." He's smiling at you with the stupid lopsided grin as he confidently puffs out his chest in declaring you missed him. Which is true but how tf he know that?- Yk what who cares. "Go put back the milk." "But-!" "No but's Deku." He's literally sulking, eyes to the floor as he pouts turning to reluctantly give the milk man back his delivery, and clothes ig :(( BUT THEN "And hurry back, it's my day off and as far as I'm concerned, my property is off the towns border." "Meaning?" "Meaning, if your fast enough your food will still be hot" He RUNS. Like literally little cloud of smoke in the shape of him and everything. When he gets back he realizes you weren't joking. Whole home cooked meal and everything. (If u cant cook than imagine u got horse uber eats or sumth??)

He's vry grateful, even plants a lil kiss on the top of ur head when he walks in. To which you promptly try to ignore in hopes of not making a fool of urself. He probably thinks he's dreaming cause if it were up to him he wouldn't leave. Screw breaking the law he wants to break out a ring and get down on one knee. Hehe I love him. But lets not keep the others waiting shall we? Now Izuku wants to stay but you tell him he needs to scram cause u have things to be doing. He's understanding, bidding you farewell before heading into town to do whatever. So here u are, alone, doing ur thing. When all of a sudden u hear knocking. Weird. You decide to ignore it and eventually it stops. It's not until someone comes running to your door, banging down the door screaming that someone is running around town shooting in the center and I quote this next bit- "Telling 'extra's' to come out and fight him like a man" Yea safe to say u know who this is. So being so nice u head into town ON UR DAY OFF TOO to sort out this mess. And there he is, standing on a barrel in the middle of town is Dynamight, gun out and pointing at what your assuming is some poor bystander. Now you know Bakugou. And as fond of the blonde as you may be, your not the type of person to allow violence, ESSP in ur own town outside ur damn office. So you do something about it. Now he's yelling and cussin all over the place unaware of you standing directly behind him. You don't bother to try gain his attention, instead pressing the cool barrel of your gun to his back. Even through his thick coat he knows that pressure, that familiar sense is one that's not so easily shaken. He goes silent, mouth turned up despite the drying sensation in his throat. He lowers his gun, chucking it to the side. "Took you long enough." The town goes silent watching as the blonde menace steps down from his makeshift throne while you cuff him. Mind u he's smirking during the whole thing. Izuku is watching this from the bar, rolling his eye whole you throw Bakugou in his cell. Stupid sillies. AN- this has been rotting in my drafts for like a week so here. It is vry unfinished but idc lmao

[amethiosspouse]

riddle x reader fic but i'm making up the plot as i type it !!

warnings???: NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL, maybe ooc, lowercase is intended, i havent written a fic in ages please help, reader is slightly taller than riddle, enemies to lovers ig?

you shouldn't have eaten that tart. you really shouldn't have. the other students of heartslabyul warned you that eating the housewardens tart would only result in nothing but the shame and agony of being collared. despite all the warnings you've been given, you decided to ignore them all and eat the entire tart.

"you guys are a bunch of pussies!" you laughed. "why are you so afraid of some 5'2 angry bird on high heels? the worst he can do is bite my kneecaps!" you continued to mock the tiny housewarden and how the only thing that makes him scary is his "death stare" and his habit of yelling.

you continued to slander the poor boy about his height problems and a certain first year even began to slander him with you. but it didn't take long for him to be silenced as a menacing figure started to make its way directly to you.

"y/n, i think it's time for you to sto-"

"nonsense, ace! i have very strong feelings about riddle and i need them to be said out loud! you know, i would say it straight to his face if i had to!" you yelled.

"b-but-" "but what? it's not like he's standing right behind me like some cartoon cliche?"

but that's where you were wrong. very wrong. for riddle had heard most of the things you have said about his height.

"y/n l/n." the short red haired male began. "if i remember correctly, you stated that you had certain things you wanted to say to my face. granted most of them will be very unpleasant comments and quite slanderous...i would like to hear them."

you turned around in shock. had the housewarden really heard everything you've said about him?

"well you see...." you began. you tried to think of a lame, half-assed excuse on what you really meant but incoherent blabbering was all that you could emit. riddle had enough. "quiet, y/n." he began. you didn't listen. you kept trying and trying to make up lame excuses and whatnot and riddle was clearly getting irritated by this.

finally, riddle had enough. he cupped your face and gently pressed his soft lips against yours. the taste of the strawberry tart that you ate was all that he could taste. he pulled away, licking a bit of the crumbs you had left beside your mouth.

"you know y/n, i too have very strong feelings about you." riddle said.

tags: @kunehori @kurukuryu (lmk if you wanna be tagged)

[orbees]

rambling about everything thats been rattling in my brain as of late

i think the hardest part about my 20's -- especially my mid 20's cause thats when The Disabilities emerged -- is reckoning w/ the fact that my time + energy are becoming Increasingly Finite. i cant Do it all like i use to. my to-do lists will probably never be completed, probably even get to a third of everything thats on there :(

a Big part of this is because i cant rly... Ignore what my bodys telling me like i use to. which. is a Whole Thing because yeah that wasnt really Great to begin w/ and is probably even part of why im struggling sm rn

the obvious answer is like: well stop doing that dumbass but its kinda hard when you've spent your entire life being told by THE ENTIRE WORLD!!! that everything you feel is a.) wrong and b.) really inconvenient actually :/

its rly hard to put into words so ill give an example. ive struggled w/ chronic pain pretty much my entire life. ppl were kind at first. but when it didnt go away, when it Continued to cause problems, when i Continued to complain about it... ppl got tired of it. u learn pretty fast that its something u basically Have to deal w/ on ur own. this + the Undermining that tends to come w/ annoyance, at such a young age, really messed w/ my ability to like. perceive What my body's actually feeling.

to this day i still rly struggle to tell what my Body is actually feeling. my limitations, energy levels are still mostly a mystery to me because im so use to just Having to push past them. ofc Living a capitalist society only reinforces this as it feels Basically Impossible to work AND respect your body's needs.

one of the biggest ways i learned to "cope" was to basically detach myself form my body. so it is less i am Integrated into my body and more like Myself and my Body are separate things. i am me and the body is a shell that I Unfortunately am bound to.

Shockingly, thinking this way- neglecting your body, ignoring its needs, its limitations, and when things are Obviously Wrong, sometimes even outright abusing it-- has Consequences. and i have become very, very, very aware of the fact that my way Of Conceptualizing Myself, the body and self being separate, was Very Wrong. they're very much connected and dependent on each other. my late 20's especially has been a Very Harsh lesson in this. so i need to reintegrate, for the sake of both, but its hard cause those connections were burned out so long ago. its like im having to Reforge those pathways. im having to relearn how to even Exist inside my body again let alone understand anything its telling me.

and even all this, i still havent rly "figured out" how to address the fact that if i do this, im still going to have to work ._. idk. im hoping that if i actually Start Living in my Body, and Listening to it, that i can maybe take care of it a lil better, which will in turn make even that easier. but who knows. one step at a time ig. its just hard out here =_=

okay incoherent rant over thanks for reading

[tarucore]

Don’t start reblogging this guys, this had five notes yesterday and I didn’t even get into what I really wanted to get into two whole months ago, which is the treatment of female villains in fandom and how continuously writing fics about Jason fucking Todd shooting Catalina in the head is genuinely so weird

Catalina is a compelling character!! Devin might have used extremely racist stereotypes while writing her, but make Cat a white woman and the assault taking place still makes narrative sense. Catalina isn’t a stalker or even overtly sexual about her advances to Dick. The rape, like a good majority of sexual assaults in the real world, was about power not lust

Like there’s a reason why during War games she almost immediately took control of Las Arañas (which I’m not saying was not also a racist decision but) She wanted control and power over people, LIKE SO MANY OTHER VILLAINS. Her motivations aren’t unique and frankly are understandable in the way that any other crime boss type antagonists’ are understandable

People who write fics where she is shot after little more than a few sentences are writing revenge fantasies or pure indulgent whump for the most part, and believe me I get it. But even characters like Deathstroke in darkfics are afforded more characterization than being abruptly put down five seconds in for being a terrible bitch who deserves to die ig

Not only does this drastically go against Dick’s character (why do some people act like watching someone he once cared about get shot in front of him wouldn’t violently retraumatize him????) it also ignores any of the bare bones of Catalina’s character in the sense that at one point she did care about helping people and her arc is that of a corruption one.

She is not inherently evil, and this is such a shitty trend with female villains in that the fandom does not recognized that these are people making choices. It’s like they’re either a poor little baby forced to do evil things and needs to be rescued (Talia ily, I’m sorry that they won’t let you commit crimes more) or the literal spawn of satan, jezebel succubi walking the earth.

Idk this is another incoherent rant on top of an already incoherent post but the tldr is that you should write bad people better and that goes for the actual writers as well

I’m going to hold your hand when I say this but some of you need to realize that if Devin Grayson used racist stereotypes in Nightwing 1996 writing Dick and Yoska then she was also using racist stereotypes writing Catalina Flores

the concept of an aggressive, sexually predatory Latina is not new, it’s not original, and frankly it’s tiring to see be repeated

acting like the way Catalina was/is portrayed in canon/fanworks is totally divorced from her ethnicity is how we get fics where Dick is triggered by hearing someone speak spanish (not even the specific pet names that Cat used, just spanish in general??!)

and I like Catalina as an antagonist, at least a secondary one, I think the Blockbuster arc has held up well compared to some other runs, I think that Devin is a decent writer with pretty good pacing for comic books which I can appreciate, and shockingly, I’m fine with the rape taking place in canon and the aftermath, as I know that the run was cut short (I’m a dead-dove fan and I’ve always liked any kind of whump, I can see why others don’t though and I understand that)

I also think that fanwriters need to be aware of bigoted source material, and that they don’t need to exacerbate these problems by flattening Catalina into a hypersexual, “crazy Latina” caricature which Devin even didn’t fully do in her run

I promise guys, there is a way to write her that doesn’t lean into stereotypes but still has her doing a terrible thing, I pinky swear

[derisiveharridan]

Love seeing "pointing out acephobia" on people's list of cringy bad things, especially if all the other things on the list actually make sense :) /s

[deus-ex-mona]

the stare of judgemental confusion is real—