#so the quality will be Bad if I try to fill rn

[youngpettyqueen]

ok I need to get into bed I was hoping to fill out the other prompts I got but they will have to wait until tomorrow! stay tuned...

[melodic-haze]

Arlecchino with a dom filthy rich reader. Reader showers her with lots of gifts on a daily basis. Jewelry, clothes, you name it. Reader would buy it all for her. Arlecchino is spoiled rotten by reader. Arlecchino would always say how reader doesn't need to give her gifts everyday. She finds it unnecessary but the way Arlecchino would wear those expensive outfits and jewelry as Reader fucks her says otherwise.

[Sorry for my bad English]

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!afab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a strap

☆ — NOTES: NOOO DON'T BE SORRY DUDE❗️❗️ It's easy to understand and it got the point across, this is actually pretty good english :333 gonna tell you rn it's so much better than the english from people where I'm at 😭 actually atrocious

Arlecchino would ABSOLUTELY try and refuse your gifts at first, saying that she has no need for such material things when she already has you :333 (could not be my ass I'm so money-oriented it's so bad LMAOOO)

You have money to burn though—you can so easily buy your lover whatever she may want without needing to look at the price!!! You wanna spoil this woman in a way that she had never been spoiled before, so you pay attention to her likes and dislikes, take notes on her preferences, buy things that link with your observations and/or remind you of her

Eventually though Arlecchino would come to accept that buying her things, especially when they're so expensive, is one of the many ways that you show love. Far be it for her to reject your gifts when you've taken the time to pick them out with her in mind, even if yeah she says it's unnecessary. If it's coming from you then why would she refuse???

I think she'd initially like. Not wear them though 😞 not bc she's ungrateful, but bc she personally thinks whatever you've bought her doesn't suit her unless it's something practical. This ESPECIALLY applies to jewellery bc like. It's. An accessory. She doesn't really need it in her life, does she???? But she warms up to it :33333

The jingle of the precious necklace around her slender neck definitely helps with convincing that perhaps such gifts were okay.

It was a custom-made gift crafted using the finest metals, notably the highest-quality starsilver one could find in Dragonspine's unstable landscape. Perhaps you could have bought something much more.. easily produced such as gold, but you didn't—couldn't—settle for less when it came to the prime target of your bountiful affection and the person who was in need of true love.

Though you admit, it wasn't because of the item's worth that had you wanting for a custom gift for your paramour, no. Rather, your thoughts had often wandered to the crafted image of a red glow illuminating pale skin, along with how beautiful a sight it must be.

And when you see the magical jewels reflect its crimson light on Arlecchino's naked skin, when the chains clink quietly as the pendant bounces on top of her chest, you pride yourself in being right as you smirk and continue to fuck her with your faux appendage.

Your hand went to graze her neck, fingers trailing down as you slowed your efforts. It would have been nice to overwhelm her, to fill her over and over until she forgot herself, but you adored the view you were blessed with right this very moment. Despite how formidable this woman was, you still managed to leave her grasping for breath, glistening chest heaving as her necklace followed suit.

Such a thought itself had prompted you to reach for the camera on the bedside table before taking a quick picture. She would often question your want to capture her visage in such an unruly state but really, you can't help it!

After all, she looks positively delightful, all dressed up and gilded with your money.

My GOD being rich would also mean you can do that thing where like you rip the clothes off bc you got way too excited. She'd ask you why you did that but then you can easily tell her that you'll buy her another one and more 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ full disclosure heat shot up to her very core at the display ☺️

This is like the greatest sort of ask I've ever had bc I LOVEEEEE jewellery just saying

I read something somewhere about how if you buy your partner a necklace or smth then it's like you're binding them to you. Like a collar but a lot more innocent unless yk you WANT it to be less-than-innocent

Buying her all these things being not just a way to show your love but also to show ownership is kinda crazy in a hot way, and really why wouldn't you?? When she's this formidable and Beautifully Handsome figure, why wouldn't you want to show off the fact that she's fully and utterly yours???? Just clocking onto how perhaps her children point out that the sparkles make her look brighter, or how random people may stop and stare at the shimmering pendant on her neck and knowing that you've given her whatever bounties she could ever ask for (if she wanted to ask) is!!!! Definitely A Feeling 😋😋😋

BONUS if the necklace itself is sturdy too. You'd have to think of how she would much prefer practicality, so you've made sure the metal is STRONG and REINFORCED enough to withstand force........esp when you go to tug on it harshly like a collar. Bc really at the end of the day, that's what this is—the only difference is an actual collar would be thick and would wrap around the neck while a necklace is thin and hangs loosely

In any case you tug on it harshly, bring her even closer and more personal as you start drilling into her again, and it lifts her up instead of breaking thank god ☺️☺️☺️ and she does NOTHING but take what you give her!!!!! She hangs there like a ragdoll, eyes glazed over as little grunts and quiet moans escape her lips before you hit that One Spot at that certain and then suddenly her hands are grasping onto you frantically :3

And at daily life THEN that's when she starts fully accepting your gifts and wearing it without feeling like she's extorted you somehow. When people ask her about it, she'll say that she got it all from her lover before looking at you with a tint of red on her cheeks, remembering the times when you've fucked her to the point where she felt like an object herself 🫶

[averyangrypossum]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the

Flowerbroadcast AU!

Based on the two drawings I did of a fankid for the ship radiostatic.

The full-body one

And the one with both Vox and her

And now, I’m gonna tell you all about it and exactly who the fuck this little kid is.

Lotus is the daughter of Vox (as you can tell) and Alastor and is six years old. She was created shortly after Vox and Al broke up, oh yeah I should probably talk about their relationship status. Vox and Alastor, unlike in canon, weren’t only close friends but were dating at some point, mostly because Alastor wanted to manipulate Vox’s feelings to where he’d be more compilable but accidentally took it too far, and since Vox is a piss baby Alastor decided to entertain Vox for a while.

Was this relationship healthy?

NO!

Would Vox say these were the best years of his afterlife?

Yeah.

But anyways, in this au when Vox asks Alastor to “join his team” he was actually proposing and Alastor finally realized,

“Shit maybe this has gone out of hand” and breaks it off with Vox which leaves Vox heartbroken and with an incel breakdown. Now instead of trying to move the fuck on, he has our little darling Lotus, who he has trying to fill the hole that Alastor left.

So obviously having a child for that reason isn’t going to make you a good parent.

Lotus’ relationship with the Vees are as follows in the particular order.

1 Velvette: She does Lotus’s hair everyday and picks out outfits for her to post on her social media before Lotus immediately undos everything that Velvette does and just goes for pigtails and her nightgown. Velvette has wine aunt energy and is probably the only one of the Vees to know how to talk and get through to Lotus.

2 Valentino: Surprising I know, but Lotus doesn’t know what he does to his workers, she knows what he does for work but grew up with thinking that was just something normal since Valentino was never hush hush about his job around her much to Vox’s dismay. Valentino isn’t a big fan of children and doesn’t hang around her often, but sometimes he’ll draw along side her while bitching about a particular show she’s watching even though it’s literally made for kids.

3 Vox: Wow, how bad do you have to fuck up for a pimp who hardly spends time with her to be ranked higher than her own father?? Vox, despite making the conscious decision to have her, he isn’t around like at all. Hes a workaholic through and through, and mostly leaves her with nannies and Velvette. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. Au contraire he loves her with all his heart and soul. Will give her anything except quality time. He uses her more of an accessory than a child.

Now how exactly Lotus was made is up to you.

A robotic creation Vox made? Sure!

Some voodoo magic shit? Yeah!

Some weird magic thing where she kinda just poofed into existence? Why not!

Mpreg? I mean, do what you wanna do ig?

Cuz it really doesn’t matter!

This whole au starts with Lotus running away from the Vee tower to explore hell since she's basically Rapunzel. She gets lost and terrorized by sinners until our deer Alastor rescues her. Seeing his chance to promote the hotel he takes her there where she is offered to stay there by Charlie when Lotus complains about how bad her dad is. She graciously accepts because shes only six but is going through her “My dad hates me and I hate him” era. Which I mean…I would get that impression too if I didn’t see my dad that much.

Wait my dad lives across the country…don't talk to me rn I’m busy dyeing my hair black and becoming emo 🖤

But anyways she stays there while Vox is loosing his fucking mind, and becoming more mentally unstable.

Meanwhile! She's having the time of her life with the hotel's residents and a new father figure who treats her well and pays attention to her! Alastor! Now Al doesn’t know she is his kid, but that doesn't stop him from being a better dad than Vox out of spite!

Anyways, thats all I have, for now! Stay tuned my friends~

[regencyrosalie]

Hey there! <3 I really loved the way you write about modern! Anthony and I was wondering on maybe doing something with Benedict?

I was thinking always a modern one, either a xreader or maybe dating! headcanons!

in that case, thanks in anticipation and have a good day/night!!🩷🌸

hi hon ! thank you so much for sending an ask ! im going to structure this like i did for my anthony hc’s, i hope thats okay! im working on a fic rn that’ll be out hopefully soon!

biblically accurate modern!benedict hcs

- benedict WILL draw you

- he will draw quick little silly sketches of you in funny outfits and hats with exaggerated eyes and show them to you while giggling relentlessly

- but he also has an entire sketchbook filled with accurate and detailed drawings/paintings of you. he gets bashful every time you find a new one.

- may or may not have a caffeine addiction

- when you move in with him he moves his little art corner to a different room so you can still sleep while he works

- will get frustrated and come back into the bedroom and watch you sleep until he gets motivated/inspired again

- he loves dogs, specifically small dogs. chihuahuas are probably his favorite but he wont tell anyone.

- his sleep schedule is HORRIBLE, but it evens out when you live together because he wants to fall asleep with you.

- speaking of, i feel like Benedict is a human heater

- which is amazing during the winter

- but when it’s hot it is actually torture because hes trying to fall asleep practically on top of you.

- and youre like PLEASE get the FHUCK off of me and then he pouts and huffs until you make it work or he falls asleep

- benedict is close with every one of his siblings. but especially anthony and eloise.

- has funny uncle vibes

- especially with the younger siblings. he will sneak them candy and also probably money.

- anthony and violet have yet to find out

- i think he probably likes savory foods more than sweets, but will eat anything you make him.

- i feel like hes fully clothed about 50% of the time. the man despises pants i can just feel it in my bones.

- favorite color is red. he likes the versatility.

- cannot sing. but will sing. and will sing loudly. every shower is a concert.

- probably the closest with his mother

- love language is quality time

- this means picnic dates, movie dates, target run dates, going to the grocery store dates

- will make you handwritten cards and paintings for holidays, and puts sticky notes with sappy notes and bad pickup lines on everything you own.

- other than visual art, i think he has a few other hobbies. he likes movies, in fact, he pretty much likes every movie he watches. cant get into shows though, his attention span is not long enough. he also likes puzzles, and will frame them and keep them hoarded in his closet.

- i think a part of him is still grieving his father. violet was in constant agony after he died, and anthony was busy inheriting everything and dealing with the trauma of witnessing it: so benedict was left to pick up the pieces with the rest of the siblings. ie. explain what happened to the younger ones, try to cheer them up, etc.

- for that reason, i don’t think he ever really processed it completely, and he gets weirdly quiet when he thinks about it too long.

- cant be in anthony’s office for more than an hour at a time, because it used to be edmunds, and all he can think of is how he would pester his father all day while he worked.

[gabessquishytum]

this one was loosely inspired by that "hob cheats on orpheus w morpheus" post/fic thats been doing rounds rn

university!morpheus is dating robyn, hes a little timid about having sex with him (haha loser virgin everybody point and laugh), but robyn assures him its fine, he's willing to wait and be patient, morpheus gets to set the pace and he'll follow his lead. and things go well for a while, morpheus even meets robyns family! his boyfriends' dad being morpheus' university professor was a bit of a surprise, but considering that dr gadling has never been anything but kind and helpful to him, it's a welcome one.

but, one night, after their semi-regular family dinners, morpheus excuses himself to leave the room and get some fresh air. hob follows him outside and asks if everything's been alright-- he's noticed that morpheus has been in a strange mood lately and wanted to check up on him to make sure everything was alright between him and his son, or maybe he was struggling with his schoolwork and needed some help. but it turns out, it hasnt been alright; morpheus confesses that he's discovered (desire found out about it and immediately rubbed it in dream's face that he's unloveable) that robyn's been cheating on him. he isn't angry, more than anything he's disappointed and betrayed. he's especially annoyed because he can't quite seem to find the right time to talk about it with his boyfriend-- morpheus "shitty communicator" d'endeles, par for the course. any anger is rooted in him feeling disrespected and lied to. hob, trying to seem relatable, mentions that he was cheated on when he was around morpheus' age, and he got revenge by filling his partner's gas tank with sugar. morpheus doesn't want to cause property damage, but revenge sounds enticing.

he comes up with a plan to cheat back; plus, that way, he can lose his virginity and rub it in robyn's face that his "patience" didn't even pay off. so, at first, when dr gadling comes onto him one night, he's worried his plans have been foiled-- but when he's come so many times he's lost count and is nothing more than a puddle on his boyfriends' fathers' mattress, he realizes that maybe this is the exact revenge he needed. especially if he does sleep with robyn later on just to compare father and son, and maybe taunt him a bit for how much better his dad is.....

Hhhhnhnggg daddy Hob 😳😳

Look, if Robyn is cheating, then he definitely doesn't have the moral highground. But fucking his dad may have been a liiiittle skeezy of Morpheus. Not that I blame him......

Hob is just so much better than Robyn. He's got all of his son's good qualities and then more. He's solid, attractive, he smells good, he looks good... and his dick is thicker than anything Morpheus has ever seen. He knows what to do to make a man scream. Robyn isn't bad in bed, but his dad is just a genius. His mouth is unholy. He makes Morpheus beg for him, croons in his ear so sweetly - "go on, there's a good lad... say 'please, daddy'". And Morpheus does everything that Hob tells him. He bends himself in half, curls his legs over Hob’s shoulders and submits to being utterly taken apart. This is the kind of sex he wants. How can he possibly go back to placid, half hearted sex with men his own age? He's ruined.

And if he stopped to think, he'd wonder exactly how Hob could sleep with his own son's boyfriend without seeming to feel particularly guilty. Truth is, Hob is far from being perfect or morally better than Robyn. In fact, he's old enough to know better.

But he wants pale, pretty Morpheus. Wanted him since the day they met. And fucking him is so wonderful, so transcendent, he can't possibly feel bad about it. He loves his baby boy, his Morpheus, his darling. He loves knowing that he's ruining this beautiful young man and spoiling him completely, so that he'll never be satisfied with anything else.

Robyn will get over it. He's his father's son, after all... and it was Hob who encouraged him to cheat in the first place.

[gremlin-bot]

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I finally wrote my prompt I sent to @stealingyourbones back in November! well part of it. This is just chapter 1, so this gets a summary @dpxdcshipweek

Edit: forgot to say that I got help with the usernames from the wonderful @tourettesdog and @half-dead-ham! (If I'm wrong it's bc I'm not at home rn to look at my notes)

Ao3 link: Here Master List: Here

Summary: Danny has always had more internet access than a child really should have had. He tended to spend that time on game forums and different websites dedicated to space. Everyone once in a while he'd venture onto one about heroes and villains. That's how he met Tim Drake-Wayne or BatShadow as was his username back then.

Chapter 1: Blorbo Supplier

Danny just wanted to see uncommon pictures of Superman. It really shouldn't have been this hard. He's an alien, there should be a lot of pictures of him. Frustrated with his lack of results he resorts to looking for the pictures through unpopular social media websites that should have new pictures. His first look didn't meet his goal, and before he could even think of trying again he was distracted by a post. It was a picture of a figure swinging between skyscrapers, backlit by neon light all against a smog filled sky. It was stunning and made all the more captivating by the identity of the subject in the photo. A picture of Batman, The Batman, taken in a way that you couldn't deny it was him. That was impressive on its own, but the quality is what made it shine. Danny had to see if the account had more pictures of Batman, or even other heroes. Looking at the blog, hoping it wasn't a deactivated user, he finds the posts of BatShadow. 

The blog is a gold mine of pictures of Batman and Robin with some villains the duo we're fighting. All with stunning quality, with each subject undeniable as who they were but still giving a sense of privacy. Sadly, Danny couldn't find any other heroes pictured, but Danny could live with that. Batman was his third favorite hero, he blames Sam and all her knowledge on the edgy and obscure. She would be ecstatic about these photos, too bad he wasn't going to tell her. He was being petty. Sam should have known better than to say he couldn't keep a secret, so this is his secret now! Pettiness aside, Danny was going to message BatShadow to see if they had pictures of other heroes they hadn't posted.

Messages begins with BatShadow

(04-17-20xx)

ConstellationCruiser:

Hey, sorry to bother ya

I just saw your posts and was wondering if you have any pics of superman

BatShadow:

I don't know. I would have to look. I don't usually go to an area with him in it much, so no promises.

ConstellationCruiser: 

Thanks!! And that's fine really, it's just that your pics are amazing

BatShadow:

Thanks! Sorry, I have nothing for Supes.

ConstellationCruiser:

Damn

It's fine 

I wasn't really expecting much

I'm just surprised at the quality and quantity ya got there

BatShadow: 

It's super hard to get them without being caught but so worth it!

Danny continued talking to BatShadow about pictures and superheroes. Eventually switching to personal interest. Danny learns that BatShadow skateboards and in turn he tells them all about the stars. By the end of their conversation it was well into the night, Jazz wasn't going to be pleased. It was worth it though.

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Danny ended up messaging again the next day, and the day after that. The other user was interesting and he was just so broad. Especially during these long summer days where Sam was off at some gala trip and Tucker was on vacation with his family. His parents being busy in the Lab at all hours and Jazz working a summer job didn't help. Even with Jazz trying to get him out of the house but it never really was worth it. Not with Dash and his gaggle out. Not without his friends there.

It's not like anyone besides Jazz would care about what he was doing online. Their parents were too caught up in drawing out plans and blueprints for a ghost portal or something. He doesn't care, it's more of the same for him. Don't get him wrong, he loved his parents and they loved him. They just pay more attention to their inventions, and this one happens to be one Danny can't help out with.

He's getting distracted. Danny was supposed to be cleaning the lab, not thinking of long gone days. It was taking way longer than he thought it would. His parents really aren't as careful with their samples as they really should be. After cleaning spilled ectoplasm from the vent grates he will finally be done, then he can get on the computer and add BatShadow on Steam. They were going to play Portal 2 together later.

—----

Tim didn't think he would still be talking to ConstellationCruiser. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, (if there was anyone to talk to in the first place), but he was lonely. So, sue him if he got attached to the other kid with too much free time on their hands. They may not have told each other their ages but it wasn't hard to figure out, they talked too similar.

It was nice to really connect with someone his age. ConstellationCruiser was smart like him, just in different areas. He had learned more about the stars and space travel in the last handful of months than he ever had in his 12 years of life. He knows he wasn't any better, going on about hacking and maybe the new murder mystery that came out. It was fun, learning about the other's interests and different things than what's normal for them. 

ConstellationCruiser's parents seem to have some type of lab in the basement of their house, which was cool in concept but concerning in practice. There have been times where they had to stop in the middle of a game they were playing together to check on an explosion they heard. It happened more than Tim was comfortable with but there's nothing he can really do about it. It's not like he was anyone better about certain aspects of his life either. He avoided the topic of food as much as possible, though it seems ConstellationCruiser is doing the same thing with the topic.

Tim just hopes the other won't worry over him not responding the next couple of days. He probably should warn them but this is time sensitive. Batman needs a Robin. The man is running himself into the ground. His new found grief choking him and by extension Gotham. He has to convince Nightwing to come back, no matter what it takes.

[kazukazuhas]

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  ୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; who knew that i would forget to included the other main character for a little bit. i tried to write anxiety to the best of my ability, but i'm tired af rn

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  maybe this was a bad idea: coming to the store by yourself without anyone else to accompany, to chase away and ease your nerves. anxiety began to rack its thin finger against your heart as the car parked off to the side of the pavement. nya checked her phone quickly, angling the screen just short of out of your sight but you don't bother about what she's busy with both out of decency and being out of it.

  the car's safety tried to call you back, singing a song of comfort as you reluctantly stepped out of the vehicle to complete your own tasks of the day. nya, while in the midst of your worrying and fastening breath hidden behind the disposable mask you grabbed, mentioned something you don't quite understand entirely from the slightly deafness you felt but nonetheless the least go along with it as she starts the car, waves and finally drove off to her own destination. maybe you should've let pixal when she offered to accompany you– well too bad it's too late now. 

  it's quick, you think to yourself to reassure the panic from settling in, a simple in and out. all you needed was a few things and you'd be out in a jiff, and the house was nothing but a good ten minutes away– you choose to believe that it is near instead of its realistic distance being further rather than closer. you hesitantly step inside the small convenience store, counting all the heads you see before walking around the side of the aisles to find the one you needed exactly. 

  relief flooded you like a thin stream of mist, the bell rang as the last person and their child, who was half embarrassed by their mother, left the store while bidding a rather noisy goodbye to the clearly tired cashier, who only rolled their eyes before continuing on with their own personal work. you pick the things you need up quickly, checking their prices quickly before grabbing a pack of some ramen you liked and a few energy drinks from one of the neatly packed fridges. skylor did say they normally restocked the night before saturday. with a good attempt, you tried to seem calm while walking up to the cashier. 

  they greeted you softly, still in their own haze of thought and daydreaming when you get to them after a quick moment. they half-smiled before continuing on with their job, taking each of the items from your short list and cashing them. their calm energy radiated and softened your nerves for a moment. they were just someone no older than you, mostly fresh out of high school and maybe even trying to make ends meet? or they were trying to earn enough to cover the cost of university or college, you couldn't tell.

  it was something so fascinating about the whole — outside a single perspective, were the interesting lives of thousands of millions to billions, all filling the pages of their books with ink crafted to them in their own unique writing.

  they handed you the bagged items and slip after they received the cash you handed back to them, letting out a small farewell greeting and going back to their own work and continuing on with their day. never caring of whether it was the last time you'd see them or if this was just the first. 

  but your mind was at ease– maybe you were hyper fixated by anxiety thumping against your head at first but it ceased, at least until you made it halfway down the road. something warned you, a gut feeling that meshed with anxiety and worry that told you to turn back and call someone to pick you up. your heart picked up the pace the faster you began to walk, your breath left you in a heave and pant. 

  regrettably, you spare a look behind you. 

  nothing.

  the anxiety rushes forward, sending your nerves on an electrified run the moment the presence lurking after your steps vanishes from your sights and senses. it crashed roughly and flooded rationality, but you kept the fast pace and reframed from breaking out into a desired sprint back to skylor's place. 

  the steps became loudly, your sometimes false suspicion was now correct; someone was following you and not so discreetly. from the sound of the footsteps, they were heavy and following your exact direction you were heading. and you doubt they were of good intentions. 

  "fuck– please go away," you whispered under your breath, the only person who would have only heard was yourself, but you heard the desperation and fear that something might happen. 

  if only you were in shape, it's been forever since your last workout or try to keep yourself fit and in good health. since your high school career started coming to a close in your last couple years, it swiped you of any energy and time you had left outside your preexisting tuitions and classes. sometimes you wonder how you were still standing when you didn't have any of those energy drinks. 

  there was a drunken snicker from behind you, warily you glance back and catch the sight of a stranger watching you walk at a fastened pace with the utmost interest and caution. 

  you turned, a wrong one by your misjudgement and settling panic rising further than before. you notice you're panting slightly at how your body is coming to terms with how hard its work to keep you moving. vaguely you noticed the mistake you made, you were supposed to take the turn after. and it might cost you gravely. 

  your skin itches, a crawling feeling stretches up your arm and it becomes unreal how disgusting you begin to feel the moment the stranger grabs your arm. they grabbed you— it takes a moment to register that they managed to get a hold on you, but now your back hits the hard wall with a thud that rings heavy against the street's bare, lonely walls. the pain cracks through your body, a thick hurt fleet from your back and along your body with a burning touch. that's a faint sound of the contents from your run earlier meeting the ground, its vague against the loud ringing echoing in your hazy mind. 

  the stranger asks of something from you, their face blurry with the sky and wall meshing together. they ask a second time, louder and much clearer but it still didn't reach your hazy mind. 

  silver, no. a shiny grey moved from side to side in your sight, it was getting hard to see from your hazing eyes and tiredness getting to you. nothing seemed real at the moment, maybe your head hit the wall as well– oh that could be a concussion.

  there was yelling, there was someone else who caught the attention of the stranger who thought of taking advantage of your half conscious state to take your hard earned cash, maybe something darker, death. it would be fine if the latter had occurred, you think. you close your eyes reluctantly. 

  "hey, hey–" the other stranger called to you, the one who chased the other one off. you found their clothing funny, all clad in green and black with a hood and mask hiding their face from everyone. "what's your name? can you tell me?" you tried to focus on their voice, the stranger sounded as young as you. you answered them with your name, fading from consciousness for a moment. their voice brought you back, "do you know who i am?" you shook your head as much as you could manage to, resting your face in the hand they held it, your face with. 

  "i'm the green ninja." ninja? so they were real?

  "gonna pick you up- okay there we go. i'm going to take you to the hospital, do you have an emergency contact?" the ninja asks slowly, letting you process each word before saying the next. they wait patiently but not saying a word, but kept moving, you don't notice the rooftops and breeze until you reopen your eyes. 

  "skylor chen." the ninja chuckles, seemingly knowing of who to call. they quietly thank you for the answer before jumping to the next rooftop and onwards until finally reaching the hospital. 

  haze. haze all you felt. 

  you all but remember that day, except you'll remember the person in the strange clothes. they were quite interesting.

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[thefanciestborrower]

Okok, I know you have your own headcannons an stuff- but like- for the ninja boi's I have a few headcannons if you dont mind me sharing:

Headcannons related to the entire hecking chapter worth of a story I wrote lol:

Cole is absolutely terrified of the dark but won't tell anyone. This means that the only ninja who can eat him without him flipping out is Zane. This is cause, in my personal headcannon, Zane absolutely has glowing insides.

Jay constantly talks big game about eating Cole, but when he finally gets the chance to eat Cole, he ends up almost choking. Now Cole brings it up almost any chance he gets.

Cole has climbed up the kitchen counters multiple times to get to some dessert. Since Cole is about as tall as a hand is long, he normally fills up completely on dessert. He does this often at the worst times, such as before dinner or before a mission. This has gotten so bad that Zane has started hiding any dessert he makes in various places he knows Cole can't see them.

Just kinda general headcannons, not story related:

When any one of the ninjas are too hot in the summer, but they still want to be outside, they practically beg to eat Zane. Like give him the puppy eyes and everything. I think the only ones who can normally convince him though is Cole and Lloyd.

Jay used to playfully shock anyone he didn't ask to be eaten by, but he had to stop when he accidentally shocked Zane with too much electricity (this was after he had tried to pick a fight with Cole in the kitchen). All I have to say is poor Zane. He worked so hard on that spaghetti sauce.

Lloyd, as a kid, would often get in trouble, and as a punishment, get put in "time out," aka eaten. This was always a hassle since he liked to kick and make the one who ate him sick. Zane is the only ninja without a gag reflex and pain receptors, so for a while, he was the only one who would be up to the task.

On that note, once, when Lloyd was younger, he tried to sneak out. He then was then promptly stopped by Sensei Wu, who then woke up Zane to give him a "time out."

And ya! Heres some headcannons for ya 👍

Idk if all of em made sense, so let me know if I need to re-explain anything :)

OH my gosh these are all AMAZING!! Going insane rn

Cole being scared of the dark is something I’ve never really thought about but oh my goodness it’s perfect?? Like idk how to explain it but that just feels right you know? I ALSO think that Zane glows inside so nice to see we’re on the same wavelength there lmao. Like, why not give him some pretty glowy insides you know?

The image of Jay trying to choke down Cole is HYSTERICAL to me like come on buddy what do you think was gonna happen?? There’s no way that would have ended well for him and he deserves to get teased for it 

There’s honestly no way Cole WOULDN’T stuff himself stupid with dessert if shrunk and given the chance okay like that’s absolutely correct and Zane would be the person to hide everything from him. Just put it in the fridge he can’t get in there lmao

Zane is like a nice cool ice cube who doesn’t melt and keeps your core feeling cool of COURSE they’d wanna eat him in the summer! I would too! I would also probably only let Cole and Lloyd eat me lmao cause look, they’re just the teeniest tiniest bit more responsible than the others. Kai, Jay, and Nya are forces of chaos that cannot be contained. Rip Zane…..he didn’t deserve his spaghetti sauce to be exploded. Jay does deserve to zap people though he’s an absolute menace like that and look if you try and eat him without permission then you’re just asking for it at that point. 

YOU ALSO have the ‘little Lloyd getting ate for time out purposes’ headcanon oh my goodness!! Look look the kid was an absolutely feral gremlin okay sometimes you just gotta contain him, and because he BITES then Zane is the only one who can really tolerate that sort of chaos. I like to think Zane has some soundproofing qualities to his internal storage/stomach compartment lmao, so when he gets given Lloyd in the middle of the night he can just tune out the enraged shrieking and complaining. At least until Lloyd tires himself out and finally goes to sleep 

These are all SO GOOD WAAAA if you have any more I’d love to see them lol. That goes for anyone btw give me your headcanons I wanna see!! 

[icedmetaltea]

Yesterday was ok, today anxiety's been awful again...

(rambling abt anxiety and nonsense venting below)

felt dizzy/bit of vertigo throughout the morning and when I checked my BP it was 154/108 so that scared the shit out of me... I took a bit of propranolol and that seems to be helping but I'm worried bc when I asked about what a dangerous BP was my stepdad said 160 and up and that's uncomfortably close. The last time it was high it was only like 140/90 so this was really scary

I called the number the crisis ppl give me from a resource sheet on friday again since I never got a response after leaving a message on monday but this time they told me to call yet another number and they said I couldn't get any kind of help till I came to their office to fill out some forms and like??? I CAN'T LEAVE MY FUCKING APARTMENT

Do these people never get ppl with severe agoraphobia?? The last time I had a full-on panic attack I screamed at the top of my lungs and had to call 911 to get ppl to calm me down so I'd stop hyperventilating, you want me doing that in public again??????

Anyway she told me I can call the supervisor and see if she could make an exception in my case BUT ofc she wasn't available and I had to leave a message, no clue when I'll hear back and when I do I doubt she'll even be able to help me

I fucking hate this system. This is why so many people kill and hurt themselves. When they are lost, when there's nowhere else to turn. When the crisis ppl come they give you a whole list of resources but what is there for people like me who are stuck at home, broke, unable to work bc they literally cannot function like this when it gets this bad every couple of months (sometimes more frequently)

it's either go to a psych ward where they'll pump you full of meds that'd just give me the same "locked in" panic attacks which trust me are far worse than toughing it out at home where at least it isn't bright and loud and horrible or face shit on your own

I thought it was starting to get better, yesterday I cooked 3 meals for myself, I went outside and sat on the step for 5 mins, today I can't get out of bed bc every time I try the room spins. Even when I'm laying down like this it's bad. Even if I close my eyes it's bad... I slept better last night and I thought I was doing well but no, midway through the day everything's horrible again. I keep feeling out of breath no matter how many deep breaths I take... other times I feel like there's "too much air" and I'm breathing too fast and can't slow it down... how do I even describe it??

I feel like I'm going insane but at the same time I know it's been this bad and worse before. I remember my childhood. I remember laying on the floor struggling to breathe, alone. I remember begging god to take this sensation of dread to go away, or to just let me die. Anxiety has a habit of always seeming... idk unfamiliar? No matter how many panic attacks you have, they always feel new

and what's worse is I can't even remember how I eventually always overcome these phases bc I ground rule growing up stemming from OCD I had at the time was I wasn't allowed to write anything in a journal bc it was "bad luck" or something (at the very least my OCD isn't nearly as bad these days) Idk if it takes days, weeks or months to get better. If I spend half a year or longer just waiting for things to get better then like um... it kinda becomes a quality of life issue, doesn't it?

Idk maybe it's the weather. It's 65 rn, yesterday it was mid forties, so maybe that's it. Well then I'm fucked bc it's only gonna get warmer as it approaches summer, and ya know climate change and everything wooooo

Doesn't help that the past two times when my stepdad witnessed me having those really bad attacks he said I should go to a padded cell or something... I know where he grew up there was no such thing as mental illnesses or therapy, only "crazy and not crazy", but damn it hurts. At least my bio dad understood what was going on to some extent. He knew anxiety was out my control, that I was going through it but that it didn't make me "crazy", just that my body was reacting physically to something seemingly unsurmountable on a mental level.

My stepdad was even surprised when I told him anxiety is the second most common mental illness nation-wide. I've talked to many other bad anxiety-sufferers, the reason you don't see us outside a lot is bc most of us are inside afraid to leave our houses! We're literally just trying to survive in bodies with malfunctioning nervous systems and in a society that literally is built around causing stress on a daily basis- on normal people, so just think about how that is if you literally have the being-stressed-out disorder my guy

it also seems like whenever I talk to my mom about this she tries to immediately talk about something else. Like I messaged her earlier today and when I brought up feeling dizzy and having a high BP she just said "Sorry you're having a challenging day! We're at the library getting library cards. Libraries are nice!" like sure some ppl like talking about light hearted stuff to distract them but sometimes I just need someone to be there and listen, you know? All it does is make me clam up and bottle all my emotions in, which ofc makes it worse.

I'm scared to check my BP again. I feel like there's something terribly wrong with my body but it's not as if I can see a doctor if I can't 1. afford it till medicaid processes or 2. fucking go to the doctor. You want me to have another one of those soul-crushing panic attacks and shriek around some stranger in an uber?? Hell no

So yea idk what to do. I have a math test this weekend and I've barely studied at all, can't get myself to focus on anything. I can't drop out again, I've already failed this class twice. I don't think they'd let me take it again and I'm pretty sure I've run out of financial aid to pay for it

Ofc mom and dad are gone, my sister said she'd visit me the other day but "forgot" to, so I'm alone. Completely and entirely alone.

The one thing I have going for me is the PMDD won't start up for another week or two so at the very least I have a will to live rn. Anxiety and depression usually go hand-in-hand but since it's just anxiety atm I'm still able to have the motivation to cook and clean when I'm not ya know unable to get out of bed bc my heart is beating out of my chest

When it does come back, well... I'll keep those crisis numbers on speed dial. I've survived all this horseshit, I might as well make it worth something. Idk maybe the thing I'll keep living for rn is a fucking pet fish someday. I have to hold on to every tiny thing that gets me through the day bc there is a chance, even if extremely slim, that things will in fact get better

[lemmetreatya]

Ahhh I thought Josuke is like 18 or smth but I just researched. Turns out he's just 16, my bad!! What about a fluffy movie night instead? Perhaps Josuke trying to teach reader how to play video games or something like that? I know you said I don't have to apologize but I feel pretty stupid rn 🫠

Ready Player One — Josuke x Black!fem reader

contains: sfw, fluff, squint for pining

sweetheart ur absolutely fine! mistakes like that happen but you’re cool! hope you enjoy this 🫶🏾🥺❤️

"Josuke, I suck at this. Can we play something a bit easier?"

A whine left your throat as you flung your head back against the chair of the sofa, dropping your hands and controller into your lap.

The TV flashed with yet another screen that read DEFEAT. This was probably about the eighteenth time today. Suddenly you regret opening your mouth earlier in saying you could easily play any of the games Josuke did.

Josuke on the other hand only looked on at you with an amused expression as he jolted your crossed legs with his outstretched foot.

"You're not that bad. You just need to play at it a bit more." He crooned.

"But I've been 'playing a it bit more' for near an hour! I'm ready to give up and just accept the lost."

A lazy laugh left Josuke's mouth as he watched the pout on your face grow. Maybe he'll bestow mercy on you just this once.

"C'mon. Here, look."

Unexpectedly, Josuke leaned himself over you and so easily his frame over-towered your body. It was even worse when he laid his hands over your hands and controlled the remote whilst it was still in your possession.

As the boy directed your character, you couldn't help the fact that your skin started to heat up and itch with nervous sweats.

Seeing as Josuke was so close to you, you subconsciously held your breath. However, ceasing all breathing didn't help the fact that you were still able to smell the woody cologne that he usually sported. You know Josuke liked expensive and designer items but no thought about price and it's quality came to your head upon smelling it. All you could think about was how nice it smelt on Josuke.

Without fully thinking about it, your face turned to gravitate further into his person as you discreetly tried to take a deeper whiff.

The heat that radiated back onto your face felt so comforting, your nose just about skimming the skin of his neck. You know you were pushing a boundary but it hadn't occurred to you on who until the boy turned his head.

"What're you doing?" Josuke mumbled as he looked down at you with an amused tone.

Instantly, you turned your head towards the TV again in fear that he would find the gesture strange.

"Oh. Soz'." You forced out, your hands slightly shaking.

There was a slight delay in Josuke's reaction. You couldn't watch what his facial expressions read concerning you were too afraid to look at his face but he cleared his throat before saying anything else.

"Nah, you're good." Josuke pulled back into his own space. "I smell nice, huh?"

You hummed in agreement, suddenly shy that you had gotten caught, but you weren't shy for long as the game dinged with a screen saying PASS. You guess Josuke had won the first part but the rest was up to you.

"Thanks, by the way."

You quickly turned in his direction to offer your gratitude for the game, but you didn't miss how Josuke stiffly kept his face centred towards the screen with his hand curled over his mouth, unable to look at you.

Initially you thought it was because he was maybe weirded out by your impulsive actions but you knew that wasn't case when you saw the embarrasing reddening of Josuke's cheeks and pinch of his ears.

Even though he sounded like he was playing it calm, it seems like the situation was affecting him too.

For a moment, the living room was only filled with the sounds of the level you were trying to complete. You hadn't watched or heard a single thing Josuke was explaining to you earlier but it seems by the sheer will power of trying to mask your slight embarrassment, you were doing better than before.

"I'm always cautious I don't go round smelling funky." Josuke suddenly said out loud.

You thought he was going to carry on, say something more, but all he did was aimlessly fiddle with the hem of his top as he watched the gameplay on screen.

So before you even realised it, you were instantly replying.

"You never smell bad."

Josuke turned is head in your direction.

"Eh?"

Shit, you thought. If he didn't think you were weird for smelling his neck then he definitely thought you were weird now.

Scrambling to reply, you tried to formulate the words in your head first.

"I mean, not that I smell you often or anything like that—" Josuke raised his eyebrow at you with an inquisitive look. "—But as far as the record goes, I've never like, been with you and you smelt bad. You always smell good."

Your last words were mumbled, because who were you to even suggest that you perceived or frequently took in account the smell of another person, but to Josuke, it seemed to make all the positive difference.

Turning his body in your direction, the boy grinned at the side of your face.

"Well that's good coz' I'm always cautious how I smell around you specifically."

Now it was your turn to be confused.

"Huh?"

Leaning his hands behind him and looking upwards at the ceiling, Josuke squinted his eyes shut as he made a sound of pre-meditated regret.

"Argh, I dunno. It's gonna sound so weird but I find that I don't mind how I smell around the others as much as I do for when it comes to you."

Your heart rate started to pick up but it had nothing to do with the fact that the game was getting intense. Whilst keeping your eyes on the screen, you lightly dipped your head forwards to the side.

"Expaaaand?"

Fidgeting in his spot, Josuke ran a hand down his face.

"Like, of course, I like to smell nice at all times, but I'm always cautious of how I smell when I know I'm gonna be seeing you? It's not even because I think you'll judge me or anything but... Ah, I dunno."

The game made a countdown beeping noise. Your eyes stayed trained on the screen. The quietness that ensued from Josuke however didn't sound complete. You know it wasn't, because he kept making groans of contemplation.

"Yeah, I dunno." He sighed. "There's just something about you that makes me want to try that tad bit harder or to impress you."

"Oh. Forreal?" You dryly muttered.

Suddenly, the TV laughed with a celebration of success. Once again, the letters PASS decorated the screen. This time however it was accredited to you. Finally, after all this time, you were granted a win in the game, but you couldn't focus on the success due to what the boy next to you had just admitted.

Despite your lacklustre reply, Josuke was still able to laugh at the situation.

"Whadd'you mean, just 'forreal'?"

Placing the controller down, you finally looked in Josuke's direction, but as soon as you saw the amused look on his face, suddenly the cloth of the sofa was a lot more entertaining.

"I mean— okay, that reaction sounds bad but...I hear you. I never knew you felt that way."

"That's fine." He nudged your knee with his foot once again but this time he had an overwhelmingly cheeky smile on his face. "You know now though, right?”

Finally glancing up at the boy, you were met with that same easy face that always seemed to occupy your thoughts when they weren’t supposed to.

Smiling back, you slightly shook your head.

"Yeah, I know now."

[chirpsythismorning]

I think it is very probable that the Duffers won't stop the production or filming, and that their support for the strike will just remain in... words, rather than direct action. Realistically the Duffers are tied to Netflix, they literally are the producers of the biggest show (on Netflix) now, and they're already getting paid... a lot and the fact that they are tied to Netflix makes it VERY unlikely for them to stand up against Netflix. I just cannot imagine a scenario like that, lol. So yeah, it is controversial and sad, but if we are considering the situation from a realistic POV... I can see the duffers not exactly standing up against Netflix.

It’s possible!

I do wonder if they’re going to announce filming starting then? Because official Netflix/ST accounts usually make a post the day filming starts to let the fans know it has officially commenced.

Although it is a cause for celebration for fans, it’s… going to look really bad in the eyes of those supporting the strike, which is 98% of writers and basically everyone that isn’t the top 1% in the industry.

I know the Game of Thrones spin-off or whatever announced that they’re going to start filming despite the strike and they’re getting a lot of negative press from not just those in the industry but also fans who are scared that the quality of the show is gonna suffer.

It’s common knowledge that the shows that did continue production during the last strike dipped in quality bc they were not able to have rewrites while filming. Stuff like actors improvising and adding their own lines and directors or just anyone coming in to fill that role of the writers on strike is highly frowned upon. You’re essentially dubbed a snake who is taking the side of the corporations and saying fuck you to those that are trying to fight for decent pay.

It does make me wonder if they’re so quiet about filming potentially starting in May and maybe they won’t even officially announce it, because they don’t want to sour the reputation of the show by giving the impression they aren’t supporting the strike, but are instead directly going against it.

To be fair, there are certain individuals in the production that have literally no choice but to work bc of their contracts. Like I know Disney just announced that show runners and other people in that type of position are required to return to their productions for non-writing duties. And I know that applies to a lot of people in the production that aren’t writing. So to a lot of folks, even if you wanted to strike, you can’t bc it’s against your contract.

It’s just unfortunate that not only are they risking the quality of the show not being it’s best, they’re also risking the shows reputation. There are 100% going to be people boycotting the HOG and ST knowing that it had production going during the strike. And if it god forbid did end up not being very good at certain points, we’d never hear the end of it..

And the fact that it’s likely to be very byler heavy potentially…. That should be something people on here consider as opposed to just praying for filming to start bc we want bts asap.

Even if filming started tomorrow, there’s no guarantee we’re getting blurry bts anytime soon. Especially if they only have a few people on set not only bc of the strike and the fact that maybe a lot of people won’t be there out of solidarity, but also bc it’s probably going to be a skeleton crew working to avoid spoilers.

If we’re lucky, the strike would end sooner than later and we could see some bts floating around in the next 2-3 months, but I just don’t see that happening rn. A lot of experts are saying that Netflix in particular can afford to hold this out for months, bc they’ve got a full backlog for the next two years when it comes to releases on their platform.

How does ST fit into that, I’m not exactly sure. But if they’re not putting any pressure on Netflix, then we’ll know based on Netflix’s behavior about the situation. All it would take is the ST production to give them a lot of pressure to make an impact, and I agree that is the very reason that Netflix probably prepared for that scenario. It’s likely it’s written in the Duffer’s contracts that they have to continue in the scenario of a strike, so even if they wanted to support it, they’re stuck.

It sucks but yeah it’s very likely that whatever is filmed during the strike will put a bad taste in the critics and audiences mouths. Unfortunately it’s likely to be byler related soooo yeah that does suck for those of us that are already prepared for the homophobic backlash.

In a perfect world streamers would stop being greedy and just give the writers 3% like they’re asking. It’s literally nothing in the grand scheme of things. These corporations are making billions and they can’t give their writers 3%… like… no wonder they’re not dropping this until something changes bc it’s fucking pathetic.

A lot of these writers live in Los Angeles and are making like 70k a year, in a city where that is not at all a live-able wage bc of rent prices being crazy. Also they need representation which drops their salary to like 46k… These people are being paid nothing and then bc streamers don’t compensate for residuals like they used to when a tv episode re-aired on tv, all they get is the pay for making it and that’s it… that’s not sustainable and if they don’t stand up to this bs now, future generations of writers are going to be fucked. The prospects of AI coming in and taking all their jobs is also closing in. It’s a shitty situation.

I’m at a point now though where I’ve went from being excited about filming to start, to sort of dreading it, knowing that the writers are against it and that it’s going to make a lot of resentments for the production going forward. It’s not going to be pretty.

[warmtoastedbread]

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Solomon x Witch! Reader

•fluff, romantic, soft pining

•Gn reader They/Them pronouns

used.

•Reader practices Paganism

A/N: Solomon feels a little

ooc? Idk tell me what you think.

Requests are open rn.

• Link to my request board

• Master list

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Solomon knew you weren't normal. He found it odd that from the beginning you weren't at all weirded out at all by anything going on. Angels, demons? Meh.

Your presence wasn't normal either. It felt refined and familiar.

And one day he stumbled upon your lucky charms and protective talismans you put in your bag. 'Interesting.' They were hidden in a little black pouch you had sewn into the side of your bag. It was well hidden but still easily accessible. This is why no lower level demons got near you.

These charms where also good quality. It was made with the quality of an intermediate witch. He sniffed the bag and a pleasant smell of herbs and incense came from them. How did you get a hold of these items?

Most witches used sigils as a signature of sorts and the markings were definitely not ones he recognised. They certainly weren't gifted to you by any of the demon brothers either as the quality would be significantly higher.

Curiosity filled his brain as he thought about you. He never suspected you were a practicing witch, it was usually obvious.

Wanting to find out he approached the house of Lamentation with two bags of snacks in hand, one as a peace offering to Beelzebub. If he could see the space you lived in he could maybe get some answers without having to ask. Although curiosity would kill him sooner or later. As he was about to open the front door a certain avatar of gluttony towered over him.

"Hmm? Solomon?" Beel immediately noticed the convenience store bags, "Did Asmodeus not tell you he went to Mojolish for the day?"

Solomon smiled lightly at his assumption,"No actually, I'm here to see MC."

Eyes widening he let's out a little oh and steped out the way to let Solomon in. "Do you know where their room is?" Solomon nods, hands Beel a bag and then leaves as to not watch the carnage about to be brought down upon those innocent snacks.

Walking through the house he followed your light presence. To him it felt like a cool softly fragranced breeze. So it was easy to follow it since it starkly contrasts the presence of the brothers. Yours being like dye in water, tendrils of colour branching out to try reach as far as it can.

Finally reaching the end of the hall, he found a door labeled "☆ﾟ･:*MC*:･ﾟ★". He smiled as the smell of sandalwood reached his nose and the protectiveness of your wards loomed over him. 'How cute.' He quietly knocked on you door to try not startle you"Hey MC are you in there?"

He heard some soft curses and the sound of you tripping. "Solomon??" He heard your voice on the other end. You opened the door, a wave of your presence washing over Solomon like soft cold blankes."Hey, what are you doing here?"

He smiled sweetly,"I though I might surprise you with some snacks and company. Is this a bad time?"

You felt happy to spend time with him. "No not really. Lemme just finish what I'm doing and we can hang out." You stepped to the side and pointed to a shoe rack, "Just take your shoes off."

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Your room was incredibly welcoming. Not only you but your wards seemed happy for him to be here too. He felt slightly out of place if he was honest though.

The coolness of your room made him feel hot in comparison.

Your room being distinctly you, were decorated with posters and shelves with rocks and dried bouquets.

You had a designated area for everything. It was organised but still somewhat chaotic.

Infront of the door was your messy desk. Hanging plants, pots and little cuttings crowded your desk, along with a little pocket watch you had pulled apart. 'Oh my, that looks old.'

In the far corner was your messy bed, infront was your wardrobe and a folding screen with decorative patters. Then the middle of the room was a TV with a mini fridge stacked with clean dishes to use and a sitting table in the middle of the room. Finally behind the door was a little closed off area, Solomon could feel your soft energy concentrated in that area.

"You can put everything down on the table."

Setting the bag down he began pulling out the contents. "Is that watch not working?"

"Yeah. It's dirty right now so I'm just cleaning it out," you sat down at the chair "I was actually just about to finish putting it together."

You felt him lean over your shoulder, his warmth spreading through you back. Your heart pounded in your ear as you worked to slot the tiny gears into the correct place. Little did you know Solomon's heart was also beating a little faster.

Finally clipping the glass cover into place you wound it up and it started ticking.

You leaned up to look at him."Pretty cool huh?"

He let out a content hum looking down at you with a smile. You quickly felt embarrassed and suggested a movie to watch.

Spending time with Solomon was a ton of fun. You two watched several shows, cracking jokes at the most inappropriate times, and now you two were playing a Devildom version of 21 questions in the dark with some cold drinks in hand.

You giggled at Solomon's story about how managed to get a pact with Mammon.

"Okay my turn." He said sitting himself up. "You're a witch right?"

You looked at him sheepishly, "Is it that obvious?" Solomon nodded. "It's more paganism than it is Devildom style witchcraft that we do in school. They're very similar though."

As you took a sip Solomon spoke up,"I didn't expect that from you to be honest but I guess I also did expect it?" He took a pause to get his thoughts in order. "The quality of your work is very good. Who taught you?"

You chuckled and talked about your grandma and how she taught you. Solomon patiently listened to each word and all the stories you told. Though, each time your eyes would soften at the memories and you would laugh in embarrassment, his heart would soften and he would laugh with you.

You carried on to talk about when she died you inherited her things but your very christian parents did not like that.

Solomons smile widened,"Well, they must not be too happy with you being in the Devildom seducing the seven deadly sins."

You started cackling. "My parents would have a heart attack! And my other grandmother who's Catholic??" You kept giggling.

Solomon's laughter picked up with you, "She'd probably drop dead right on the spot!"

"Speaking of," you interjected. "I'm curious to know about you too."

"Well what do you want to know?" He took a sip of his soda. "Do note I'd have to kill you with certain information so be careful." he added playfully.

You shrugged. "I don't know. Having lived as long as you have, you probably know more about this than I do."

"You mean about Paganism?" You nodded. "Of course I do. I'm older than most modern religions."

"Damn you're ancient." You started laughing.

Solomons smile widened, "Respect your elders child."

"Oh sorry did you need help crossing a road?"

Solomon gasped feigning shock,"You youngsters these days are so disrespectful!"

As your laughter died down your DDD began buzzing. You started searching through the blankets and Solomon had to get up to switch the lights on.

"Hey, Simeon sorry I didn't pick up I couldn't find my phone."

Luke answered on the other side,"It's actually Luke. I don't think Simeon knows how to make calls yet. Um- MC!" The last sentence was set in panic. "Have you seen Solomon? He's not at Purgatory hall and he's not answering his DDD."

You felt surprised. "Yeah he's right here. Do you wanna talk to him?"

You passed the phone to Solomon and for a little bit all you hear is Solomon softly apologizing to Luke. When they finally hung up, Solomon smiled apologetically,"I'm sorry MC. I should go. I don't want Luke to get even more panicked."

"Don't worry about it. This was a ton of fun." You picked up his DDD, it was in-between the couch cushions, and walked him to the door. "Thanks for visiting Solomon. Next time you come make sure Luke knows where your going."

"I'll make sure to do that." And with that Solomon left. His heart filled with happiness as he made his way back to Purgatory hall.

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[s0lar-ch3ri]

character writing time (i made my son today its so traumatized already <3)

okay so i did come up with it through a self-made prompt: we always hear about how the villain has better reasons then the hero, or the villain's goal is more just then the hero's. well, the hero realized this after a confrontation with the villain. as such, they quit working for those in charge, the ones wanting to fight for these ideals, wanting to go join the villain. however, being enemies doesn't stop when you switch sides, and the villain pushes the hero away. the hero now is a traitor to both sides, evil in the eyes of all parties involved, and a hero to none no longer.

another thing before we begin, my son aka the character i made uses it/itself pronouns and is boyflux! its unnamed, but ill come up with one later, rn its writing time (yes i built my prompt now differently, this is like the backstory to the scenario, and tw of attempts at suicide and general shitty quality of life) (adding while writing, talking badly about using it/itself pronouns (which i do use, nothing wrong with them)

you can also not look if you wanna just have your own written ideas and dont think mine would follow ours or whatever lol

Was it 7 months, 8? It didn't know. It didn't feel a need to care. Not after all it had worked for came crashing down. For 7 years, it had worked to be great. It was great. It saved people, it fought away bad guys, it was helpful to their cause. Then it opened its eyes, with help from their enemy.

"Do they want a safe city, or are they fighting for the control over it?" Marion had boomed. It normally wasn't enough, but it didn't leave it's head and it had to ask. And oh boy did that go just GREAT. It quit then and there, and in the process became a target for them to destroy. It had planned to maybe work with Marion, maybe even stay with her. But she didn't believe a word. She didn't want to listen long, and those eyes declared the message before she spoke it.

"Leave before I make you."

For 7 years, it was a respected individual. In these 7 or so months, it was unable to be seen as an individual by any. Out of costume and out of any shelter or anything, it had sunk lower then the care for a shot rabid dog. Maybe if it had fucking planned, it wouldn't be freaked out over any look, worrying if any food they'd get was poisoned, if the world could care for a second.

The running tired it's legs. It was tired of running. So here it was, sitting on a crummy wooden bridge, in the bumfuck area of town, where if improvements happened it came from the people's efforts. The railing creaked and it was littered with nails and glue desperately trying to hold together the pieces. The bridge's best area was how built in it was to the road, it supported it well. That didn't stop the paint peeling and uneven planks from filling one with fear. Still, the small snail painting which seemed to have new additions to it each day (new flowers, a sun, friends, anything these kids could paint) was cute. It felt fragile and strong at heart.

The rails were warm. Its hands held the plank and closed its eyes, taking it in. The noises of conversation just too far away, maybe some cars, the wind, its breaths. In, comfort and warmth and love filled itself. Out, the knowledge it couldn't be for someone like it, one who itself knows it couldn't be referred to as human. In, the musky waters about one block away from the bridge filled its brain. Out its arms went. Out its legs went. Out of this world it wished for. Holding in this final breath, even when its lungs wanted nothing more. Just like in the uppers' trainings, it thought. No pain, no gain, it thought.

In, fallen off and finally finding an answer to where the world's kindness went, it had fallen into Marion's. Her dark blue eyes reminded it of the night sky. It wondered if this was death yet.

"Now what the fuck were you doing." She was holding it so nicely. As though she'd feel pity for the rabid dog, still holding on through its pain, no matter how much it didn't want to. "God, breathe, you're not dead yet!" Without warning, it felt a quick flat blow to the stomach, forcing it to let go of whatever air it tried to hold just a little longer.

"Maybe I should have used rope, heh." It's voice was shakey and louder then it wanted.

"Well, I'm grateful you didn't." There was a moment of silence between the two. It's head just looked up at the stars, barely visible.

"...You weren't lying. You weren't trying to deceive me or whatever shit."

"...I guess."

"Why did you go talk to me first?"

"...Don't know, felt right." It lied there.

"Hey," grabbing its cheek and tilting its head down. "I may not fully fucking trust you, but your staying with me for now. If this whole thing was a trick, then fuck you, but I sadly can't let somebody try that again. Not when it's y...someone with good information on those fuckasses." Morian chose her words carefully, as though one mess up and itd try again.

Grabbing her hand, it knew this was probably how itd be going. No way people change heart so easily. Yet, it couldn't lie on this, it was one of the most pleasant kidnappings it had been apart of.

[livelaughlovesubs]

I saw your posts about receiving any reqs rn so I saw this as an opportunity

I saw that you write for what in hell is bad so I would absolutely love it if you wrote a fic about hucow!mammon

Just imagine him as part demon, part cow, his tits always bursting with milk, fluffy ears to scratch, and a beautiful spotted tail to yank on and make him moan

Would he be a milk cow, only meant for crating the best milk from his plush tits, or would he be a breeding cow, meant to be plowed into all the time and filled up with babies🤭

Ayo, wait.. hold up, i’ve never thought about this, especially the second possibility and my god?? Also I hope this is satisfactory since I’m not sure if you wanted a fic or hc, or somehting else

Dom!reader x sub!cow!mammon - mentions of AMAB reader (once)

Warning: lactation, breeding kink, anal sex, cow-hybrid, heat, degradation & objectification (a little)

Just imagine it, mammon, as big as he already is, being a female cow. In other words milk or breeding cow. Cute ears paired with a fluffy tail hanging from his body, his already huge breasts now gaining a new function. Whenever you’d rest in his lap, you slip your hands beneath his clothes and grope his squishy, full pecs. If your fingers brush against his nipples, it’s to be expected that he leaks some of his milk.

He’d not let anyone use him like you do, because he’s your possession. Your own milk reservations. No one gets to have a taste except you allow it. Having you suck on his tits until his nipple feels like it will fall off, only for you to change to the other side. You really won’t stop until he is dry, will you? Mammon would try his best to eat food that makes his milk more delicious! He’d also try to produce more if that’s what you want. Secretly massaging his breasts to improve the quality and speed, all while his tail flairs around desperately <3

At some point you were curious about how similar he is to a real cow. Does he have heats? Mating session? Can he get…. You know?

Whenever you two would fuck, you’d make sure to keep your dick as deep inside him as possible, not pulling it out unless you really need to. Which led to long aftercare sessions, since you made him keep cockwarm you. This was such a sudden shift in demeanour, was there something that triggered it? And sure he was right.

After he found out the reason, he’d be so smitten with you. You wanted to get him pregnant? To pump him full of your children and make him tied to you forever? God, you were ready to have babies with him.. how he wishes that he can really get pregnant now. From then on, he’ll never question your decisions ever again, staying put and keeping you inside him was almost as fun as the real deal. Whenever you did pound and rut into him, he’d keep whining and moaning about wanting to be filled by you, about wanting to become your breeding animal. - he’d also love keeping your cum in him, using a butt plug to prevent it dripping out. Your little pet is trying his best to get pregnant huh?

Would love the matting press ;)

Then his heat hits him, and he just becomes so much more sensitive. His tits would produce more milk, but they’d be a little more watery than usually, because he just produces too much! To the point where you don’t even have to touch his chest for him to leak milk from his nipples. It’s also around this time he becomes more greedy with you, his master, and wants to full 24/7. Please stick something in, he needs it so bad~

[mcrmadness]

Feeling so weird about my art, and all kinds of creations I do, now. I don't like it how "selfish" it makes me feel, but now it's somehow different. Usually I just become so self-aware about how different I am from the others and how different my likes and dislikes are from the others'. It's like, I'm an outside even within the outsiders.

And rn, while I KNOW people have lives and are busy, still somehow my head always have to make everything about me. Anyhow, the topmost feeling related to my creations right now is not "I'm different", but rather "did I let others down?" I have been told people like my arts and videos and gifs and fanfics, and obviously I always believe that. And of course now that I think about it, I can't decide if that's the case or if that's just what people always say. But let's think the scenario that people are honest - that leads to the current feeling I have been trying to talk about here. I'm just asking myself if I produced something with so utterly shitty quality that even those who say they like my creations, stare at it and think "why did I ever say that to them?" I just feel like I have let everyone down. That I wasn't able to fill the expectations even when there really weren't any. At least not any set to ME, but in case people have set some to themselves about my work and then they go read/watch it and realize it's so not what they thought it would be and like. What can you say or do then? You already said you'd like whatever someone creates and suddenly there is a day when you realize what you said isn't actually true and you finally found something that you do not like.

I mean, something similar has happened to me so many times before, which is one of the reasons for why I usually never say anything using words that would indicate I'm sure about something. It's just weird to be at this side. To feel like I finally managed to create something that not even my last "supporters" truly could like.

On top of that all, I just spent hours animating a very simple drawing thingy for school and I just feel like I suck at everything. It kinda looks cool but I just imagine showing it to my classmates and that they'd find it very amateurish. Like, we're all students here so you can be amateurish but what if my animation is just shit? I'm so bad at reviewing my own work cos I only know my starting level and how I have possibly improved at something but I don't know what is like in comparison to others. I just can't even guess what my classmates would say to that. They could compliment it, or they could not say a word. I still think ignorance and silence is the worst form of feedback. It feels way worse than negative feedback. I just wanna know what people really think and not roll in uncertainty where I don't know if my creations suck. Like, I don't even care if they suck, I just want to know if they do, so I know to not share them but enjoy them by myself.

[writertitan]

Nice! May I request romantic relationship headcanons for Levi, Pieck and Jean? And what do you think are their ideal s/o?Thank you very much!! ❤️

living for Pieck content rn so thank you

Levi

is adamant about saying “hello” and “goodbye”

will genuinely get especially upset if you don’t say goodbye back lmao

“Bye” ...... “Did you hear me, I said ‘bye’”

stems from the fact that he’s lost people and wasn’t able to say goodbye and doesn’t want either of you to go through that (just in case) 

does not beat around the bush, if he senses that you’re upset about something he will bring it up and encourage you to talk about it and will just listen if you don’t want any advice

will also just sit there with you literally as long as you need if you just need to decompress and want some company 

shows his affection by making fun of you lmfao 

but it’s like inside joke stuff a lot of the time, nothing that would actually upset you/embarrass you in front of other people 

like if you one time accidentally put salt instead of sugar in some tea, he will give you shit about it forever 

you’ll say you’re making tea and you’re sure to hear some stupid shit like, “Not poisoned, please” 

a guaranteed way to get a lil laugh out of him every time is by trying to wrestle him 

and he won’t let you win because he’s a little shit

he thinks it’s genuinely funny that you even try to wrestle him 

but he does always kiss your head afterward, v cute 

he actually brings out his crude humor more because of you, bc you like it, don’t lie 

not the jealous type but is protective and will kick ass if provoked

I see Levi’s type as being someone who is very resilient but also very emotionally intelligent, especially because he’s so hard to read. Body language is more his style rather than actually using his words. Actions do speak louder than words with Levi and I think his ideal S/O would likely have to have the same mindset. However, when verbal communication is important, I think Levi ideally fits best with someone direct and also doesn’t beat around the bush. I don’t think he’d be into fighting, more like discussing if one or both of you is upset. Also, I think Levi would just seek out someone who is warm, and can still see the brighter side to life. I think it would help him immensely to have his S/O be someone who is a genuinely happy person with a lot of love to give. God knows Levi deserves gdi!! 

Pieck

she would be THE most praise-filled partner lmao

like for literally anything, she would make sure you knew she was so proud of you/happy for you

will make anything something to celebrate

even just the littlest thing. did you have a really good day at work? yay! she’s buying you your fav treat 

of course, BIG accomplishments come with BIG celebrations

she’s the S/O who plans you a surprise party but you might get a little suspicious just bc you know she likes to do shit like this lmao 

she’s grateful that you act surprised anyway

won’t apologize for spooking you when she just decides to get on all fours and you walk in on her crawling around LMAO 

“you know I do this all the time, why do you still scream like that?” - she still says this like twice a week 

quality time quality time quality time, she loves quality time

you both have a couples’ hobby to bond over 

something like baking too where it serves a purpose and is fun with her 

not afraid to be affectionate and is always squeezing your arm, holding your hand, poking at you

PDA queen

might even (aka absolutely does) have a problem with remembering boundaries because she’s just so willing to touch and be touched lmaooo

your friends and your family all love the h*ck out of her 

Because it’s a head canon that Pieck just always looks as things as “glass half full”, I do think she’d benefit from having her S/O be a little more grounded and down to earth just to keep her out of trouble. But also, she would loooove someone who also chooses positivity. Life is short (especially for canonverse Pieck), so making memories would be really important to her and she of course prefers to make really happy ones. I think she’d prefer her S/O to be allll about physical affection because she’d prefer someone who was 110% okay with PDA. I also think ideally, she’d be great with someone who is a really good listener and also knows exactly what to say to her when she does happen to have a bad day and gets a little sad. Pieck is just queen shit for life!!! 

Jean

is the sass master lmfao

he thrives, simply thrives, on your attention

is always trying to get your attention 

“Babe, look at me, watch me do this new thing I just learned!!” 

you don’t understand, he will actually die if you don’t pay attention to him

always showing off to impress you

even if you’ve been dating a while, he needs to impress you and he needs to have your attention on him 

will act casual about doing romantic things like buying flowers, gifting you little trinkets, and will pretend to be embarrassed when you get excited, but he loves doing them and loves how excited you get 

and he thinks he’s being sly about being so casual and getting “embarrassed” but this boy is just an open book

you will never have to question his feelings for you because, again, he’s an open book whether he likes it or not 

even before dating when he was just crushing hard, everyone knew he liked you (including you), he literally just can’t hide his feelings for you

absolutely acts like hot shit in front of everyone but when it’s just you two, he’s such a baby

like tbh if you don’t baby him, jean will whine about it 

loves witty banter with you and you guys have so many inside jokes that it’s annoying to everyone else 

you two are THE couple in the corner judging everyone and snickering about it

he’s not obsessive about PDA but his favorite thing is when his arm is around your shoulders and you reach up to hold his hand that’s hanging off your shoulder idk i can’t explain why this is such a big jean hc for me 

I think Jean would actually do well with another hothead and it’s just such a head canon for me! Not like always fighting or anything, but it just seems like he’d love his S/O to be just as open about their emotions. And honestly, he needs to date someone who can take his sense of humor and can take his own ridic temper, and not only take it, but know how to steady him/cool him down. I think he would learn how to do this for his S/O as well, learning not only what buttons to push (because he would learn that just for shits and giggles), but know how to undo it and settle you down and make you happy. Jean would be that boyfriend who genuinely isn’t afraid to seek validation from you and I think his ideal S/O would be someone who puts him as a priority and is okay with constantly reassuring him that he’s a priority and showing him that he is. He’s a loyal boy and I think he would ideally prefer someone who goes all in just like him. Jean just needs a hug and he’s not afraid to ask his partner for one!!