#so ya idk when or if i remove that but asks only it is now if smths up (pls mark stuff u want me to answer privately with *)

[enden-k]

im srsly gonna bite someone atp and its not haitham and his tits for once

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 13

Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante + Bondage/Shibari

Is it clear from the one piece characters on my kinktober list who my faves are? Yeah, I have a problem.

No outright naughty action in this, I just think Rosinante needs to be allowed to relax sometimes under someone’s care, ya know?

Reader is a marine, cuz idk.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Rosinante gave a soft exhale as his shoulders complained from his position, one he had laid in for a while. The floor was starting to get uncomfortable under his body as he had laid there for a long time. His arms were tied behind his back and attached to his feet in a hogtie, as crimson ropes were splayed across his body in different patterns in what could almost be art.

His face had been wiped clean of his makeup the moment he had stepped into your office, his clothes tucked off his body until he was down to his underwear, undershirt, and socks. You had pulled off your tie and wound it around his head, catching the fabric between his lips and teeth in a gag. It was more the thing it meant than keeping him quiet, your office had been soundproofed years ago, being gagged just always had Rosinante feeling lighter in a way.

He had lost track of time a long time ago, he could have laid there for ten minutes or two hours, the only thing letting him know that time had passed was the ache in his limbs and the drool that was pooling down his chin and into a puddle on the shiny floors. Your rank in the marines allowed you your own office, and not a week had passed before you and Rosinante had christened the place.

Now it had become somewhere for your lover to come to you when he needed to be taken out of his own head for a while, you could do it back in your rooms, but your rank also meant you had much more work than the average person. This resulted in the two of you making your office into a safespace for Rosinante to relax and let his stress go as you tied him up, letting him lay there as you worked.

Rosinante had shut his eyes after a while, he wasn’t asleep, but it felt something like it as his stress seemed to melt out of his body little by little, and his mind seemed to enter a quieter headspace. He didn’t even notice as you got out of your seat, having finished the last of your paperwork, and wandered over to where he was laid out like an art piece.

His eyes fluttered open as you caressed your hand down his back, letting it drag up into his head and brushing it out of his eyes. The two of you had done this so many times you didn’t need words, he knew you were asking if he was ready to wrap it up as you were done with work. You could continue it back in your room, as it was larger than his own and more private, or you could wrap it up completely for the evening.

The tie was the first thing you removed, tucking it out from between his teeth and rolling the drool covered fabric up into a ball, shoving it into the pocket of your marine coat. Then you got to work untying the rest of his body, starting by carefully letting his arms and legs down, making sure to rub his wrists and ankles to make sure they were fine.

Rosinante sighed softly as you started unwrapping the rest of the rope around his torso, taking your sweet time to let him enjoy the slow builddown of it, letting him slowly put himself back together piece by piece. It was an intimate moment, something that probably didn’t make sense to many others, but this entire situation was built on a lot of love and trust, and it had taken a long time to get to this point where Rosinante could give himself over to you and not worry.

You made sure to massage and rub the areas the ropes had dug into his skin, muttering soft praise as you pressed a soft kiss against his lips. It took some time before Rosinante was ready to get dressed, which was where you got to your feet and grabbed the clothes that had been taken off and folded earlier. After your lover was dressed, you pressed a kiss to his cheek before quirking a brow at him as if to ask if he was ready.

Rosinante gave a soft nod, neither of you even needing to say a word as you stepped out of your office. You lock the door after you as is procedure, and after that the two of you take the less used hallways to reach your personal bedroom. It is up to Rosinante if he wants to be tied up again when the two of you get to your room, or if he just wants to cuddle and go to sleep, you wouldn’t mind either. You would do anything for him, just as he would for you.

[gallaghersgal]

idk I’m feeling sick rn and just need some kerry comfort thoughts

:((( i hope you feel better love!! here’s a mini blurb. no warnings! fluff fluff fluff, fem reader, use of “darlin” and “baby girl” 🥰🥰

a thud startles you awake, your aching body jolting at the noise. “‘ey darlin’, heeyyy,” kerry’s voice comes to you softly from across the bedroom. you hear him drop his jeans and coat, then his footsteps padding towards the bed.

“mmph—kerry?” you ask softly, your eyes remaining closed.

“shh, shh—yeah, jus’ me baby girl. didn’t mean t’ scare ya.” the bed dips as he plants one hand on the mattress, leaning down in the dark to kiss your forehead. you can sense the way his brow furrows, lips sealing to your heated skin again to confirm his worry. “y’re burnin’ up,” he mutters, and rests the backs of his fingers against your forehead.

a shiver runs through your body, “yeah, must’ve caught somethin’,” you groan, followed by a pathetic sniffle.

kerry can’t help but chuckle. his thumb brushes your cheekbone before he leans down to kiss the area. “i’ll getcha some medicine, m’kay? jus’ let me go brush m’teeth first.”

it’s a few minutes before he returns, glass of water and a little cup of cold medicine in his hands. you’ve sat yourself against the headboard, your body trembling as your immune system fights whatever is giving you hell. he’s now clad in nothing but a comfy pair of shorts, his chest a warm welcome for you to smush your face into after you’ve downed the medicine. “hate the taste ‘f that shit,” you grumble against his smooth skin.

one large hand cups your jaw and tilts your face up, patting your cheek gently before removing his hand to grab the water glass. kerry tips it to your lips so you can take a few sips to wash the sickly sweet, medicinal taste out of your mouth. “i know baby girl,” he coos, “jus’ drink f’me, atta girl.”

you whine but do as he says, taking the glass in your own hands to drink until it’s only a quarter full. water spills past the corner of your mouth as your hands tremble from the effort, your body clearly ready to reenter the peaceful, slumbering state you’d been in previously. kerry takes the glass when you’re finished and you lay down in bed, cozying up with your pillows.

“y’re gonna get sick,” you mumble as he lays down beside you, one strong arm pulling you to lay against him. his chest rumbles with a laugh—the way you’re congested you feel it more than hear it—and he kisses the crown of your head.

“we spend a helluva lot of time t’gether, i was bound t’get it anyway.” he counters. his hand rubs down your back soothingly, listening to the content sigh that escapes you.

[beartitled]

Hey Bear remember the detailed art where it’s a place and there’s a just filled with different bears, I think it will be a great excuse to practice but idk how to approach it. Any tips?? Or just things you learn when you started drawing those

Hellow 👋

I have a feeling you asked this a while ago, but I only saw it now

If it's the case, sorry must be a tumblr glitch💥

👏a wall of text warning👏/silly

Planning

First thing I usually do is - I plan a lot beforehand

Especially if it’s a drawing with existing characters

Ironically TSP/STP drawings were easier to do for me

Even though bear megadrawings look simpler (I think?)

Basically when you already have a list of character you want to include - you just need to think where to locate them

When you just draw a lot of random characters - you need to design every single one

Which is kinda a nightmare on your brain 💥

The second type is a lot more flexible tho (you can add or remove characters at will, no count needed)

Project stages

I will use TSP + Undertale reblog chain drawing as an example

1) Collecting references - if you plan to draw existing characters, it’s better to gather all the references

Making an additional list of all characters helps too (this way you can track which character you already drawn)

2) Planning the area

Photobashing or finding a good location reference really helps here

Sadly don’t have a photobash I did for this, I deleted everything 💥

This is just an example to demonstrate things 👆

I usually just do a rough sketch on a small piece of paper

You don’t have to have it 100% planned, if characters don’t fit, you can just extend/edit the area

3) Character planning

You have to determine where your characters will be located

The common mistake I see when ppl draw detailed drawings: they draw a singular character and move on to add others

If you’re doing it digitally, this may not be a problem for you (ya know just make a character smaller or move them, problem solved)

But what I recommend doing:

Is drawing shapes where you plan to put characters in

This will help you plan out the composition more and regulate the character amount in different parts of the drawing

Also keep in mind the size of you character

I struggle with it to this day tbh

Usually the characters on the foreground are bigger then the ones on the background (this is one of the art principles used to showcase distance)

But an interesting thing you may notice when looking at illustrations like “Where’s Waldo” series

This principle often may be ignored

It’s still kinda present, but you can pretty much say many characters are -+ the same size

My theory is that it’s done to make every character equal, so the purpose to find Waldo is still challenging

+ I think to keep the whole picture harmonious

I may not know certain principles (the nitty-gritty of detailed art like this)

So keep in mind this is just my experience, do your research too >:D

4) Key characters

This one is a bit vague, but I will try to explain it the best I can

When you have a specific character, who, for example, is way bigger or has brighter colours then the rest

Special bois 🌸

You need to give them more attention

Let’s see an example

- Big creatures on da background - they were drafted first, bc they required a lot place

- Spider Barry - a special area for spider characters

- Thierry - active action, running, led to a chain of characters interacting

- Narry Grilby’s, Bearline, Pixel Alphys - themed areas for certain characters

(my apologies if I made a mistake in any character name here, let me know, I will fix it)

+ Advice for colour: try to keep them the similar saturation, so the image looks harmonious

You don’t really have to have key characters, it’s just my method that makes the process easier to plan out

5) Art part let’s gooo

This part is up to you obviously, different ppl draw differently

For me it’s usually > small draft > sketch > line art > scan > colour

Advice for my traditional artist - ya’ll need a big paper sheet

I usually work on A3 format, bc it’s easier to scan

But the bigger the paper the more detailed characters you can draw

This one as an example

Bc rookie mistake

Too many characters, not enough paper

I used A3, but looking back A2 would work way better here

I used a really thin line pen (005) and didn’t realise the consequences of that 💥

As a result scan turned out not the best quality (+ if you zoom in on the faces 🐻‍❄️🔫)

It was impressive at the time, but rrrr I wish I just bought a bigger piece of paper back then 💥

Just to illustrate the issue

On the top are pens I usually use for comics lineart, the bottom one is 005

And my finger as an obscure reference lmao 💥

As you can see the lines are REALLY DAMN THIN and everything is smol, tiny even

So just keep that in mind 👍

And for my digital fellas

🫵 Big canvas 🫵 big 🫵 the pixels will eat u 🫵

How much time it takes

Practicing concentration and patience is important 💥

This may sound silly, but it does help with finishing stuff

Projects like those require a ton of patience and focus

So just mentally prepare yourself for sitting on your desk for hours™️

From my experience I would recommend to start with small drawings with a small amount of characters

And then gradually build up to bigger amounts and more details

My first ever megadrawing was this piece

Line art took 2 weeks, colouring -+ a week I believe

This was exhausting the first time 💥

After practicing the process became faster and less tiring

The TSP x Undertale took about 4 days (but like full 4 days)

Remember doing lineart in 1 day, taking breaks just to like eat

🫵Ok don’t worry about me🫵

I have a tendency to concentrate on things for a really long periods of time, so it’s not a “🔥I WILL BURN MYSELF OUT WITH THIS PROJECT LET’S GO🔥” type of deal, this is pretty much how I am

If I enjoy a specific process I can spend an entire day doing just that, without getting tired (the only problem could be not enough movement and eye pain, my eternal enemy 👿)

But 🫵 don’t expect yourself to do the same 🫵

Start small, practice, don’t push your limits right away

Take breaks and care about yourself fellas 👏

Good luck with your projects🫡

Alright

Hope it was helpful, thank u for you question ❤️

For new ppl here, you can check the megadrawings section in navigation (pinned post), if you got interested

[clockmax]

"Behave."

: ̗̀➛ Summary: You wanted to test how far you could drive your mate, turns out yiu shouldn’t have fucked around to find out.

Pairing: Slightlymean!Jake sully x Fem!Navi reader.

Based on this ask

A/N; I know I said I was gonna post this on Friday but I lied. I might split it up into two parts if y’all want. It’s not long cause I’m tired but hey I’ll make another part that’s longer. ! Requests open !

Warnings: Slightly mean jake, slightly bratty reader, spanking(like 4-5 times), fingering, pure filth. 18+ content. MINORS DNI. Slight degrading, small mentions of pet names, use of the word sir, uhh idk I think that’s all.

18+ CONENT AHEAD. MINORS DNI.

You could feel the pair of eyes nearly burning holes into your back. Perhaps it was your flirtatious moves with the other men of your clan, or the attitude you’ve been giving Jake. Whatever it was, it pissed him off big time. No matter how many times he told you to behave, you never listened. To you, it was just a elaborate game you were played, a game to get on his nerves.

Perhaps that’s how you ended up in this situation. Bent over the bed with your loincloth removed, bare for your mate. The sheer excitement and anticipation heating your core. Tension filled the room, your body beginning to feel hot and heavy over Jake's knee. It was so swift how he was able to bend you over, exposing even your most sensitive parts. All this because you simply decided to ‘fuck around and find out’.

“Told you multiple times sweet girl, can't behave yourself now can you,” His voice was stern, almost as if he was going to scold you.

“And what are you going to do?” You almost hissed back at him. You were firing up another insult when you were suddenly Interrupted by a hard smack on your ass.

Your hands looked for something to grasp onto, a gasp leaving your mouth before a hiss. The stinging on your ass providing a painful yet almost pleasurable burn. The feeling had your insides all worked up, your sweetness almost dripping for the man.

“Never thought I’d have to punish a beauty like you,” his eyes glared down at you, scanning over your body.

“ ‘M not sorry-“ you mumbled out, the burning sensation itching your skin.

“I’ll make you sorry,” The assertive way he spoke out just stirred you up more. Maybe you were lucky to play this game. Only thinking you would get spanked, but there was much more in store for you.

Before you can relax from the spank, you felt two fingers immediately enter your core. Velvety walls expanded and contracted on his fingers. Coarse pads hitting that gummy, sweet spot inside of you. The pleasure was overwhelming, overstimulating you almost.

“Jake-! Slower please, oh eywa-“ The voice of yours moaning out his name seamlessly, legs kicking up for just a moment before settling back down.

“No cumming until I say so, ya hear? Whores like you don’t deserve to cum.” There was another slap on your ass, pain mixing in with pleasure.

“Yes sir-“ You whimper as your body is filled with a fizzing sensation, lust clouding over your mind.

The pace found itself rough, almost harsh. Your sweet walls clenching Jake’s fingers, body responding to him in such a sexual way. You could feel heat burning up your cheeks, tip of your ears going a reddish hue of blue.

Your fingers clawed at the floor, looking for some stability as your cunt was fingered ruthlessly. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out was enough to have you apologizing. The sensations were all too much for you, brain overriding with lust.

“What’s wrong? Dumb on my fingers?” Jake teased you, making you feel only slightly embarrassed at how you were a ting right now.

The attack on your core was ongoing, the knot in your stomach almost threatening to snap any second now. You could feel the moans come one after another, your mates name falling from your mate every so often.

“Sir please-! ‘M sorry I didn’t mean it-“ You whined, fearing that you wouldn’t be able to hold back your impending orgasm anymore.

“If you’re so sorry, tell me who owns this pussy.” There it was, there was another slap.

Your body jerked forward, your bottom turning to a red hue. For sure you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow without a stinging pain. Maybe that would signal the men to back off.

“Yours sir! Only yours! M’ sorry! Please-“ You pleaded, once weak from your sweet noises.

“Don’t let it happen again, cum on my fingers.” His voice was stern, pace picking up as he fucked you near stars.

The waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm crashed down hard. Legs shaking and you let out a silent scream, moans bubbling and flooding your throat. You swore you could see stars, eyes rolling back with half lidded eyes.

Before you knew it the sensation was over, body going limp over his knee. Chest heaving as your fucked out body recovered from the events. You thought it was all over, just until yiu could feel his hands grip tightly at your waist.

“Stay with me girl, you’re not done yet~” Jake spoke you, flipping you over onto your back.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hello, just wanted to say I love your blog and your opinions are really valuable to me! Now, asked this to another blog which opinions also I value about Jikook, because, like you, they work with the truth, and not delusions. Saying this just in case you see the same ask on another blog, it's only because I really like both of your opinions.

That being said, what do you think about the time when pictures of Jungkook hugging and going out with his female tattooist god leaked? Now, don't get me wrong, I know that time was very hard for Jungkook because of the unjustified hate he got for it, and I know just because a boy and a girl hug/interact doesn't equal to them dating (esp. with annoying ppl in this fandom where jk can't even BREATHE without ppl creating rumors that he's been dating 50 girls. I mean, did you see the crazy rumor about a rich blonde girl from Qatar? Lmao its CRAZY)

But, I really want to know about your opinion on this. Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they weren't drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I think, that you are trying to pass yourself off as a Jikooker and anon,

Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they were drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I would much rather talk about what happened after that. Here are some of my favourite moments from Bon Voyage season 4.

JK saying ILY then looking at Jimin immediately after

This one no one ever talks about. But someone said Jimin had arrived and the way JK immediately looks and perks up! Omg!! 😭😭😭

And he doesn't stop staring at Jimin either. He'd really missed his baby. Also the way he perked up reminds me of this popular moment when Jimin calls JK Kookosan and we get the happiest smile from JK that turns us all to mush.

I could have sworn JK was younger than Jimin. So idk why Jimin treats JK like he's the hyung

IYKYK 😌😌

JK saying Jimin's name as J.M and writing the same down.

I don't need to remind y'all his ink was still new so you're the delulu one if you think JK doesn't know what the letters on his hand look like.

We always talk about JK bringing the snow. But we don't talk enough about JK sitting by the snow waiting for Jimin to come out. We don't talk about how eager he was to show Jimin what he got him. How quickly he stood up all excited.

And the smile on his face as he watches Jimin's reaction is everything 🥺🥺🥺

And yes, I do think this may have been to make up for the scandal even though it wasn't JK's fault. Also if u notice JK is very subdued this season and Jimin was looking after him alot. It's why satellite Jimin was on an all time high in BV sn 4. Haters really put JK through the wringer but I'm glad his man was able to be there for him.

Hand holding to take a picture and JK removing his glove so it can be skin on skin. Feels 😩😩

Jimin drooling over how bad ass JK was for jumping upside down. You bet your ass he loves this side of JK.

This right here is a favourite of mine. (I have more but damn u tumblr and your image limit) They're in New Zealand. Beautiful, gorgeous country. They get directed to a place with a beautiful, beautiful, insane view. All other members are watching this view and admiring it. Meanwhile JK's view:

And he stared for a long time. The camera kept panning out and JK was still staring. If you truly believe JK is not in love with Jimin, then idk what to tell ya.

Anon, Jungkook is in love with Jimin, is committed to Jimin and Jimin only. Has only ever had eyes for Jimin, has never strayed and most probably never will. He's in this Jimin shit for life.

Period.

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Bounty (Din x F!reader smut)

SMUTTY ONE SHOT 18+ Minors DNI! Please!

Din x f!reader

Warnings: rough din, a plot if you squint hard enough, unprotected sex... its just pure smut idk what else to tell ya, but it does get sweet at the end w a lil aftercare

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I laid there in the street, propped up my my elbows.

Moonlight illuminating only the beskar clad man that towered over me. 

“I can take you in warm, or I can take you in cold” he growled behind his helmet, hand clenched around the blaster in his holster. 

“Haven’t we already played this little game before, Mando” I smirked. 

We had. He’d been hunting me for a few days at least and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as to what it’d be like to be caught by him. He cornered me earlier in a bar but I got away from him...somehow. Maybe he let me. Maybe he liked the chase.

He sighed and reached down, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and lifting me so that I was eye level with him. 

“No more games.”

With that I was put over his shoulder and my hands were shackled along with a piece of fabric shoved into my mouth to keep me quiet. 

At least I was getting one half of what I imagined a night with him would be like.

He walked with me on his shoulder all the way back to his ship, hand never leaving my ass to keep me still. He could’ve picked my legs to hold onto...but I wasn’t complaining. 

I was thrown with a little more force than expected, earning a grunt through my gag. 

He dragged my by my shackles, then he stopped and crouched down to my eye level.

“You’ve been a very bad girl. I think I’d like to teach you a lesson before putting you in the hands of another man.”

Fuck

His gloved hand was gentle on my face, causing a moan to escape from me. For that, I had earned a light slap. 

“No noise.”

I nodded in compliance and he lifted me once more, throwing me onto the small cot-like bed in the back of the ship.

I sat myself up, back against the headboard, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. Something about his armor turned me on more than anything and I could feel heat pool between my legs. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, cocking his head to the side with one knee now on the bed. 

I smirked as much as the gag allowed and shook my head ‘No’.

He chuckled, low, and it rumbled through his body, “What a fucking tease.”

Within seconds he flipped me onto all fours, ass in the air.

His fingers traced the area of my pussy through my tight, thin, pants.

I couldn’t help but moan and whimper, earning a hard smack to my ass.

That mark would be there in the morning

I heard a piece of armor fall to the ground and the seductive way he slowly undid his zipper. 

I’d fucking kill to see his cock right now

He rubbed his rock solid self across where he had just been touching, “already so wet for me, huh? You’ve probably dreamt of this before didn’t you, you little slut?”

I could only respond by moving my ass closer to him, trying to feel every inch of him. 

He tutted, mockingly, “So desperate for me.”

With those words he tore the fabric of my pants just enough to get access to what he wanted. 

A low moan and a genuine tone replaced his arrogant one, “what a pretty fucking pussy for me” he whispered mainly to himself. 

His rough gloved thumb found my clit, then dipped into my heat. 

I tried my best to be quiet for him, and whimpered with pleasure. 

With his other hand he grabbed my throat and pulled me up so that my back was on his chest, “Its okay, baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel now. No one could fuck you better than me, isn’t that right?”

He removed the fabric in my mouth and I nodded yes, all the air in my body felt as though it had been punched out of me. 

His grip tightened and his fingers inside of me quickened their pace, “I didn’t fucking hear you. Answer me when I ask you a question.”

I yelped, “Fuck...yes...I’m sorry.. fuck... no one could fuck me better than you.”

“Thats what I thought.”

He let me fall back, face first to the bed, only able to catch myself with my elbows, wrists still cuffed together. 

“Please” was all I could whimper, leaning further into his fingers, the gloves making them feel even bigger than they looked. 

“If you like my hands baby, then you’re gonna fucking love whats between my thighs.”

something in that arrogant tone made me want to rip off every piece of fabric that kept his skin from touching mine

“Fuck me... please, fuck me.”

“Well since you asked so sweetly.”

Without warning he was splitting me in half and didn’t give me even a second to adjust. 

He was bigger and longer than I could’ve imagined, or ever had inside of me. 

I screamed, burying my head in his pillows. 

“Thats my good girl. Fucking take it.”

He pace never faltered, even when he slid completely out of me only to slam back in. 

The sounds of my ass slapping against his armored thighs sent my body into overdrive and I couldn’t control the embarrassing noises that slipped their way past my gritted teeth. 

I groaned when he left me, my pussy clenching around nothing, missing the way he completely and utterly filled me. 

He flipped me onto my back, sat back on his haunches, and lifted me onto his lap. My shackled hands were slipped over his helmet, and my arms had no other choice but to be wrapped around his neck. 

“Oh, cyar'ika, those noises you make... don’t fucking stop.”

He got his wish once his cock found my opening once more and he used his hands to lift me up and crash me back down onto him.

I could feel my wetness on his armor, my thighs resting on his own as I sat on his lap, completely surrendering to pleasure.

The position and the heat coming off of his own body made my head spin, and he hit something in me that I didn’t even know existed. 

“Fuck...fuck I’m going to cum.” I moaned, now starting to roll my hips as he moved me along his shaft.

“Be a good girl and cum on my dick, I want to feel you.”

That was all I needed, now shuddering and seeing stars.

But he wasn’t done. 

“On your knees, precious.”

I complied instantly and he moved me to the floor to face him as he sat on the edge of his bed. 

I opened my mouth and let the drool run down from my tongue. I was still shaking, he didn't even give me time to come down from the high he just gave me.

He didn’t just want my mouth to suck him off, that was evident enough by the way he held my head in place and fucked my throat.  

The spit and gagging didn’t stop him and I felt him began to twitch and tighten in me, my tongue dragging across him as he grunted.

He pulled out quickly, painting my face with a satisfied groan of pleasure. 

Multiple ropes of hot cum found their way across my mouth and cheeks, and I closed my eyes, humming with content. 

I opened them once more and watched the last of it leak from his swollen tip. 

“So pretty with me all over you face.”

He wiped my face with the fabric that was still wet from being stuffed in my mouth earlier. 

The Mandalorian put his elbows on his thighs and leaned closer to my face as I sat, still on my knees.

“I might just keep you. Who knew you were such a good fuck?” He said, still raspy from the moans.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Mando?” I teased. 

He just hummed, agreeing, but too cocky to answer me in earnest. 

He undid the shackles on my wrist and I soothed them by rubbing my hands over them. 

When I tried to stand, my knees buckled and my legs were still shaking from pleasure. 

He caught me by my waist and moved me to the bed. 

It smelled like him and I was beginning to feel more than just the pure animalistic sexual attraction to him. 

He pulled me onto his chest, now laying next to me and patting my hair.

I liked his soft side. 

[spinningbagel]

Winged Au ramble - by request of @dem0nguy , here ya go man1!1!1

So, the title for the au is pretty self explanatory. Wings wow, bird people. No but uh, Sheriff has wings in this au in a world where hybrids such as himself are seen as valuable and rare. Treated more like a pet and less than an actual person.

Obviously the whole apocalypse happens and yadda yadda all that, the only major difference being Sheriff is having to hide his wings, in fear of being treated like an animal and fear of having someone remove them (because prior to the apocalypse, it unfortunately was common for people involved with the black market to remove someone's hybrid features and sell them.)

The specific type of bird Sheriff has the wings of is kinda up in the air. But I am thinking Magpie because of my personal headcanon of him being Australian and also, if you've ever seen a magpie in Aus (outside of Tas, they're quite lovely there) then you'll know how aggressive those fuckers can get when people get too close to their kids (and in this case, Sheriffs family [that being La résistance])

He does a pretty good job at hiding his wings for the entirety of the show, Vegan only really being the only one to have suspicions of something because she's just naturally perceptive like that. He keeps them pressed up against his back with bandages or whatever wrapped around his torso to keep them there. It's very uncomfortable for him but he "has to do it" (spoiler: no he doesn't)

Yeah no so he does a pretty good job at hiding it up until the mission shopping episodes. I'm a little iffy on the exact details of what goes down but essentially he gets ejected from his helicopter and to avoid Y'know. Dying. He's gotta out himself and fly with his wings.

Shit goes down idk but the rest of the group are supportive of the hybrid half of him and yeah. I mean, if they can handle him being partially mutated, this is a cake walk.

Uhhh, yes Ryan is also a bird man in this. Feel I should mention this.

That's about all I can cook up at 10am on a Friday, hope this suffices for now but my ask box is open 24/7

[happypeaceperson]

so could u make a danny (scream6) x shy male reader who lives in the apartment with sam and everyone and he meets danny for the first time and it's all fluff but a lil angsty and sad cuz reader's insecure and he selfharms?

Welcome to New York

Danny Brackett x Male Reader.

I forgot you asked for a shy reader so a lot of it might not include that😭 I did go back and change it up to meet your request but idk if its enough. Hope you enjoy it either way!

(Bold text means its text messages!!)

TW: self-harm

(I also don't know if Danny is Spanish or anything in the movie. I know his actor is Puerto Rican so i just went with that so there is a few Spanish words in here, i have the English beside them in brackets. The words in brackets are not apart of the story, just there for people to understand!!)

You sat at the table that lay beside the living room of the apartment. Tara had gone to attend her college classes with her new roommate Quinn. This left you and Sam the only one's in the apartment. 

You three had moved to New York along with Chad and Mindy after the ghostface attack you all experienced in Woodsboro. The attack had left not only a mental scar, but many physical scars on you. Some by the two killers, Richie and Amber, but also yourself. You found pain was the only way to get the thoughts of what happened out of your head. It wasn't ideal, as now you only wear long sleeved shirts and jumpers, but it helps and you don't really enjoy alcohol to go down that route. 

Sam entered the kitchen, taking your phone out of your hand. "You need to get out more." she sits in front of you. 

"I do go out" You said, folding your arms over your chest. 

"Yeah for your job. I mean going out to meet new people." Sam leaned over the table. She was worried about you. You could tell. She always was. Especially after what happened in Woodsboro.

"I know I do, but it's not that easy for me. I can't interact with people how you and Tara do. I can't just talk to people normally." You explained to her. You removed your arms from their previous position and began playing with the bracket that sat on your arm. 

"I understand, you've always been like that, but you gotta break out of that shell." Sam reached over grabbing your hand. 

"I'll try." you looked up at her, smiling. "I promise" 

She smiled back, getting up and going towards the kitchen. "Actually, do you think you could go down to the store, we're out of milk." She said looking in the fridge. 

You rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself "Sure." 

You grabbed your coat and wallet and said bye to Sam as you began to walk down to the lobby. You went to the local bodega, grabbing the milk and some snacks for later. You walked back into the apartment complex, eyes glued to your phone. You were so distracted you didn't notice the man who stood in front of you. 

He had turned around to go walk somewhere when he bumped into you, knocking the snacks out of your hand. 

"Oh Mierda(shit) , I'm so sorry, let me help you with that." The man crouched down, picking up the items you had dropped. 

"It's fine, no need to apologise. It's my fault I was on my phone, I should've paid more attention" You said, awkwardly putting your phone into your pocket. 

The man stood back up handing you your items. "I don't remember seeing you here?". He looked at you with a confused expression. "Did you just move here?" 

You looked at the man. He was gorgeous. You froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. "Oh, yeah. I just moved here with my friends actually." You laughed after the sentence. 

"Oh you're the people who moved in opposite me. I was hoping to run into you guys, if you all need help getting to know the place, you could always come ask me."  

You smiled. "Thanks. It means a lot. I'll be sure to let the others know." 

"Well once you do, tell them Danny sent ya" He put his hand out, clearly going in for a handshake. 

You panicked, putting out the wrong hand to shake his with. "Y/N" 

"Y/N… that's a nice name, definitely one I can remember, especially with it going with such a cute face." He said, smirking at you. He took a pen from his pocket. He grabs your arm and writes his number on your hand. "Call me if you guys need any help or for anything else." He says his goodbyes and walks out the lobby door. 

You muttered a thanks, staring at your hand. Did he just flirt with you? He was probably being friendly, but you slightly hoped he wasn't. You began to walk back up to the apartment, thinking about the interaction you just had. 

You announced your entrance to Sam as you walked in. "What took so long?" Sam turned around from the sink, watching as you put the products onto the kitchen counter. 

"I bumped into some guy on the way up." You said, placing all the items away. 

"Oh? You finally interacted with someone? And it's a guy? Was he cute?." Sam turned back to the dishes, laughing at her small joke. 

"Oh my god Sam can you not." You said, a blush growing over your face. "And yes he was, he actually said I was cute." you added. 

"WHAT?" Sam stopped cleaning the dishes, drying her hands and dragging you to the couch, sitting you down. "Please tell me you got his number or even his name." 

"I got both actually. He told me that he lived across from us, and can help us if we need it." 

"That's amazing, oh my god. Are you going to call him?" 

You sat there for a moment. "No way. He gave me his number for help." you shook your head. 

"Oh come on" Sam's expression changed to a slightly annoyed one. "No way a guy calls someone cute and gives them his number just for help." She raised her hands on the last word, mimicking quotation marks with her fingers. 

"I don't know. I don't wanna come off weird." 

"Trust me,you probably won't. How about we make plans tonight. Tara and Quinn aren't home. We should have a movie night and invite your cute guy." She got up and went to the kitchen, heading for the cupboard that held the popcorn packets. "We can call it a greating party or something." She looked over at you. 

You couldn't say no, Sam has always been there for you and she looked too happy to say no. "Fine." Sam jumped in joy at your response. You took out your phone, typing Danny's number into it. You began to type a message. 

"Hey me and Sam are having a movie night, and she thought it would be a cool idea if you would want to join us. As a greeting party. :)" 

You threw your phone on the couch anxious to wait for a response. It took only five minutes for him to respond. You sat there for a second scared to open the phone. You pick up your phone and check the notification

"Hello. I'm guessing this is the cute guy who just moved here?" 

You sat there, realising how dumb you were to not state who was messaging. 

"Fuck, yeah sorry forgot to say that." 

You wanted to die, you were so embarrassed. 

"It's all good, no need to worry. Tell your friend I'd love to come over." 

You smiled at the message, shouting out to Sam about Danny's attendance. 

"Perfect, you can come over at around half past, that's when we're starting the movie!" 

"Asombroso(amazing). I can't wait" 

He spoke Spanish? You noticed yourself smiling at the message. You should have been able to tell from his accent. You thought to yourself about how hot he probably sounded speaking it. 

Sam handed you bowls and the snacks you had bought. "Here. Fill these up with these and put them on the table." You groaned, grabbing the bowls and began filling them up. 

"What movie are we going to watch?" You walked towards the bin, placing the empty packaging into them. 

"I'm not sure, I remember you saying you liked the Halloween series. Maybe one of those?" She looked over at you. "It is almost Halloween anyways so it'd fit the mood." You nodded in agreement,going back to the couch to sit down. 

Twenty minutes had passed before you two heard the doorbell ring. Sam turned to face you "Ohhh cute guy has arrived." She got up heading towards the door. She opened it to see Danny standing in front of it, holding a pack of beers. 

"You must be Sam?" He held out his hand. "I'm Danny. It's great to meet you." Sam shook his hand,providing him with a smile. 

"It's nice to meet you too, I have heard a few things about you so far." She began to walk in, giving Y/N a sarcastic look. 

"Oh really?" He gave you a look. You felt your heart skip a beat. He placed the drinks onto the table "I hope they were all nice things." He said sitting down in the free space beside you. 

You laughed at his comment. His leg brushed against yours and you felt your face heat up. His arm rested on the back of the couch. Sam sat down beside you elbowing your shoulder before grabbing the remote and turning on the movie. 

You all sat there in silence, enjoying the movie. Sam's jumps in fear at any slight jumpscare being the only interruption throughout the movie. "I've never seen that one before." Danny said when the movie ended. "I liked it" he added

"It's one of Y/N's favourites, he wouldn't shut up about it when we lived in Woodsboro." Sam said, picking up the empty bowls and bringing them to the kitchen. 

"Oh really? Well I know who to go to if i need movie recommendations." he turned to you. 

"Ask me for movie recommendations and we'll be here all night" You said laughing. 

He laughed back. His laugh was cute. "I'm not complaining."

Before you could respond you heard Sam shout out to you. "By the way Y/N, it's your turn to clean the dishes. I cleaned them earlier." You excused yourself from Danny. Rolling your eyes. 

"I'll help" Danny said walking over. He joined you at the sink, grabbing a towel. "I'll dry and you wash" he suggested. 

"Ok cool" You said as you went to begin to clean them. 

Danny grabbed your arm. "Are you seriously about to wash the dishes without rolling up your sleeves?" Danny looked at you with a friendly smile. 

"Oh um yeah, I don't really mind if they get wet." You looked over at Sam. She gave you a worried look. She knew you self harmed, and helped you through it when things got really bad. You gave her a reassuring look back. She nodded and headed towards the bathroom. 

"Oh come on, you don't wanna ruin your hoodie." Danny grabbed your arm, pulling the sleeve up. He looked at it, seeing the scars you had left. Some looked fresh, others looked older. He stood there for a moment. "Lo lamento(I'm sorry) , I didn't mean to." He looked worried. He was scared he made you uncomfortable. 

"No, it's um, it's fine, don't worry." You pulled your sleeve back down. "You didn't know" You smiled at him. 

"Do you want to talk about it?'' He put his hand on your back. "I'm all ears." You turned to face him. He looked worried. 

"It's nothing, don't worry, I just do it sometimes to take my mind off of things" You said, shrugging. 

"What things?" He became more curious. 

"Just past events. The main reason we all moved here is because of something that happened back in Woodsboro and I guess the events just affected me too much. I always think about what happened too much and it affects me, so I do this to get it out of my head." 

"Oh, what happened?"

"There was an attack. A lot of Sam's sister's friends died, I had been stabbed and shot in the shoulder by one of the attackers. I don't know why but after that I've always been worried, and anxious." You felt Danny place his hand on your shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry that happened to you guys." He pulled you into a hug. 

"It's fine" You replied, resting your chin on his shoulder. He was slightly taller than you so you had to lean up a bit.

He pulled away. "How about if you ever get thoughts like that you call or text me right away." You nodded. "Don't want a cutie like you worrying over something that can be helped with talking." he added 

You laughed at his comment. "Thanks. That's like the third time you called me cute." You pointed out. 

"It's because you are. You're espléndido(gorgeous)." He did sound hot when speaking Spanish. Although you didn't understand what he said and Danny must've picked up on that. He laughed at your confused look. "I meant your gorgeous." 

"If I'm gorgeous then what does that make you?" You cringed at what you just said. Flirting definitely wasn't your best attribute. 

"Hopefully it makes me yours." Fuck. He was good at this. You stood there not sure what to say. You didn't want to sound like an idiot. You noticed him looking at your lips. 

You smirked,before leaning in. You prayed that he doesn't pull away and make a fool out of you. Thankfully he doesn't, he places a hand on your cheek,pulling you in closer. Your lips meet and it feels like pure heaven. He placed his other hand on your other cheek and you placed yours onto his chest. 

Your kiss was cut short when Sam walked back into the room. "Oh shit I'm Sorry" She covered her face with her hand. You both turned to see her standing there. 

"You're all good, I was just about to leave anyway." He turns back to you. "We'll talk later. Adiós hermoso" Giving a smile before walking out the door. 

Sam gave you a supportive look. Shaking your hair as you walk by her, you head towards your bedroom. You were smiling like crazy. You couldn't believe what just happened. You looked down at your phone seeing a message from Danny. 

"Goodnight ;)" 

[osscarh]

This is my first post ever and I thought maybe I could share a nice story with ya all. I've never really put it in complete order so it's time I do that.

As prelude, I own 3 cats. One of them, the oldest, is, at the time of writing this, 12 years old, with his papers noting that he was born the 6th of April 2012, 3 days after my dad's birthday. His name is Sacha, despite the vets who all name him Sasha (and also wrote that he's a girl for some reason? I mean he doesn't seem bothered but I don't think he understands English.) His name is kinda dumb but my bro named him. I prefer giving Egyptian names to my cats.

I got Sacha around 2015, I don't really remember which month. I was around 13 at the time and my first cat had just died. My mom was really feeling bad so we adopted Sacha from a center. His previous owners had placed him there cuz the lady got pregnant and apparently cats can mess with fetuses or something. Idk but I think his previous owners were lame cuz he stayed in that center for like 6 months and they took bad care of him. His claws grew in his paws, his fur got a lot of knots and he smelled really bad. He's half Persian so he needs a lot of care.

When he arrived home he was super sweet but really doing poorly. We toon him to the vet for his claws and hired a lady to remove his knots. He didn't like his new cut so the lady zooted him on I thinl weed? It was some drug, mfer has had more experiences with illicit substances than I and I'm kinda jealous tbh.

Sacha was my only cat for a while. My mom adopted Bagheera, a kitten born from one of her sister's cats when she divorced my dad around 2016 and Sacha stayed at my dad's place with me and my brother (the fucker who named him with such a lame name).

Anyway time passed, I lived my best life with my cat, took care of him, took him to vet every year for his vaccines (he goes outside), reconnected with my mom and adopted a kitten who was born in my mom's backyard and named him Settra. So that's why I have 3 cats. But back on track, in 2022 Sacha got an eye infection. We had to do a lot of ophtalmology to get it sorted and my mom helped a lot with that despite the fact that the cat wasn't even in her home. His eye's doing okay now but he needed new material be brought in his eye. Persians tend to be weak in eyes and nose.

Then when the summer vacations of 2023 ended, Sacha got sick. At first it was a minor cold so we didn't do anything, some snot in his nose, then around mid September he ate less. Come end of September and he was doing bad, still eating but always sneezing and his throat was inflamed. I brought him to the vet and he was given antibiotics that kinda helped.

By the beginning of October Sacha was doing pretty poorly and eating way less. He was always a fat cat so this concerned me a lot. The vet couldn't tell why the antibiotics weren't acting as he was supposed to have an infection so they gave him more and asked us to get a visit to a pet hospital 1h of travel away (Belgium is small, 1h of travel looks a lot for me but for American folks it's prilly shorert). So we did, got something planned for end of october. I wanted faster but they were full and he was still eating so not an emergency.

Meanwhile Sacha's health got worse. One of his eyes (not the one who had the surgery) couldn't open and he had little things in the part of forehead between his eyes that made a sort of scritchy sound when you ran your hand over it. Most concerningly, he wasn't eating. We (my mom and I) took him to another vet who did acupuncture with relative success, allowed Sacha to eat well for a day or two before going back to not eating.

I was getting really desperate so I mixed his food and fed him with a syringe for a week. I knew if my dad knew he wasn't eating, he'd suggest euthanasia as the costs of bringing a pet to the hospital are quite high. So I took his wet food, put it in my mom's mixer and mixed it for like 15 minutes when going back from school while dad was away, then cut it into even smaller bits and forcefed him with a syringe (his throat was super inflamed and small so he was probably in pain and I knew it but I couldn't stand to watch him thin like that).

On the 26th of October, we went to the hospital for him. My mom and I were reluctant to go there because it's an universitary hospital and we were kinda scared that he'd be put on life support and...I guess experimented on? We didn't want his life be prolonged if he was in constant pain but we went nonetheless. My mom took a day off work (again, she took a lot to get the cat to the vet) and I warned my Spanish teacher that I couldn't attend. She's a really sweet lady and I told her the story, she was super supportive.

The hospital was not all like we anticipated. The doctors were really charming and quite open with how much stuff cost. I speak French and the hospital staff spoke Dutch so we settled on English as a language to communicate with. Tirns out spending all that time playing dnd with strangers on discord paid off for me, I was able to talk with these docs no problem.

Of course without insurance it was expensive but it was doable to pay. They ran scans on Sacha and it was promising, they said he had an infection but had the right antibiotics for him. Since he didn't eat, they wanted to keep him there and we agreed. We gave our phone numbers and left.

When we visited Sacha the following day, they told us he had a lymphoma. It's blood cancer for those who dunno what that means (I certainly didn't till October). They asked us if we wanted to begin chemo.

I was fucking devastated. That cat had been with me through my parents' divorce, the death of family members, graduation, the lowest of my sick days and the brightest of my good days. I didn't want to leave him die of hunger without a fight.

My mom didn't have enough money to pay for it in full and my dad'd never use his money to pay for a cat's chemotherapy so I agreed to pay most of ot. I had a decent bit of money in a bank account, I basically never buy anything so pockeh money, student job money and birthday money stacked up. My dad'd never have allowed me to pay for that (neither him nor I even knew they had chemotherapy for cats) so I lied and said my mom paid for it.

He stayed at the hospital until the 31st of October, of course we visited him everyday and the hospital staff kept us informed with daily phonecalls to schedule a visit and tell us what was up. During that time (5 days since he arrived, 4 days since chemo started) they put a tube in his throat to feed him and started the chemo.

That. Shit. Worked. When we brought him home, he could open his eye again and even wanted to go for food (motherfucker do you know how much that tube costs?). He played with the other cats and we had a weekly checkup for him. I missed many Spanish classes. During his time at the center he really liked one doctor who calls him Sir and basically saved his life.

Of course he stayed at my mom's place. It was easier for feeding through his tube at first, my mom was in vacations and he needed 3 meals a day, then he stayed there. Wasn't gonna let him stay in the home of a person who'd let him die. I love my dad but fuck him for this. He admitted several times he'd have never brought my cat to that hospital (so he'd have left him die of cancer and hunger, poor cat was thinning by the day).

His tube was removed a month later and visits moved to once every 3 weeks. It's been continuing since then with me and my mom paying 50/50 for the costs. I missed a university travel to Athens because I couldn't afford it (something I'll never admit to my parents, I pretended there was drama and I didn't want to get involved) and I guess I won't leave the country this year. Honestly I'd have cut both arms to save that cat so it's a small price.

The people at the hospital love him too. He's really friendly so students can take his blood and try to take his heartbeat without worries. Problem is that he purrs too loud for a good lung listening to take place. Turns out Sacha loves getting pets and attention from groups of students and doctors who give him treats and headpats. He has done more drugs than me and has a better date game than me.

It's been quite a while now. Sacha's been doing really well and the recent reports note that he is in remission. I may have cried when I read that mail ngl. He goes outside and killed a big pigeon a few weeks ago. He plays with the other cats, he really likes Settra and for the first time in his life he does playfight. Bagheera likes him as a punching bag despite being smaller than him. My mom stays with him everyday and I visit half of the days of the week. He eats like a lion too, he went from 3 kilos to 4.7 kilos when he was last checked this Wednesday.

I guess this is a selfish post, it's kind of my way of both thanking the people who helped me like my mom, the docs and my Spanish teacher, without having to say thank you to their faces yet again, and a way of making my cat immortal in a way. Even with all the help, Sacha's gonna be gone one day, hopefully in a very long time. But this post'll remain for a while more so there'll be a trace of what humans did for that cat.

I also wanted to say that please don't be afraid to go to universitary pet hospitals if you have the means to afford it. It's a scary place, I didn't even know it existed but these people aren't out there vivisecting animals. They're really nice. And don't give up too early on stuff that matters to you, it's really worth to keep going, at least in this case.

And if you could do a few prayers for Sacha, that'd genuinely mean a lot to me.

Anyway here is the cat tax. I've included quite a few pics so this post can be even longer than it is.

Sacha as he was before he got sick:

Sacha as he was in October:

(Don't mind his lack of fur that's because he had too many knots and drastic measures had to be taken)

Sacha as he is now:

Sacha with Bagheera, on their favorite blankets.

Sacha and Settra begging to go outside (it's raining! I open the door and they don't leave!)

I love you, you dumb orange fuck.

[bosinclairz]

(un)apologetic

thinking abt how mean bo can be sometimes . im not talkin light shit . this wasn’t supposed to be a fic and it wasn’t supposed to end like this lol deeply inspired by @ventiswampwater’s fic squall ( go read it rn )

warnings; abuse , mentions of past abuse , broken bones, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, mommy kink , bo is a piece of shit in this , mentions of rough oral (m receiving) , sub!bo tho :3 , weird dynamic , stockholm syndrome , kinda ooc bo idk , bro suckin on nipples and is weird abt it fr , oral (f receiving) bo cries . i hate this this was a mistake lol my bad yall

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he’s not at all the perfect boyfriend . he won’t let you even call him that, but you’ve been in ambrose for two years now , the better half spent with his hand wrapped around your throat, telling you the awfullest things . most times you’ll wake up half way through the day , his cock buried so deep in your throat you’re sure he’s touching whatever’s left of your heart . it belonged to him anyways . other times you’d wake up kneeling in broken glass , bo screaming at you over this little mistake , and the feeling of his hand coming down harshly across your cheek you’re sure you’ve got whiplash now . stupid , you’ve already made a mess and now you’ve gone and gotten hurt doing so . or you’d wake up in the shop , watching bo work underneath a car as he mumbled about tools he needed you to grab for him . you remember when he broke your foot with a wrench once , the metal making short work of cracking your ankle . vincent was the one to wrap it up , and bo never helped you walk after that . you hobbled around everywhere until the pain subsided enough to walk at least a little normally . if you were good , he’d let you lean on him , maybe he’d even carry you back to the house . you always tried your best to appease him , but he’s unpredictable and you can never guess his moods or how he feels about you one minute versus the next .

this is no different . this isn’t something you could ever predict . you didn’t follow him down to the station today . he didn’t want you to . said you were getting on his nerves too much recently , said he couldn’t stand the sight of you . you slept on the couch last night , for the few hours that weren’t filled by your silent sobs . he came home and you almost didn’t recognize him as the cruel man you previously knew , but either way you greeted him with a smile . how was his day ? you asked , making movements to take off his shoes .

“long day, mama,” he muttered. it was so soft you could’ve sworn the sentence ended in a whine . “yeah? tell me about it?” after removing your captors shoes, you stood to full height , ushering him to the couch you had made your bed on . “been thinkin’ too much,” a whisper, “been pushin’ you away an’ i don’ know why.” poor baby , too in his head . who was really the unfortunate one here ? you wouldn’t dare voice this , he’d kill you without a second thought . he never liked being weak .

“lemme make it up t’ya, mama. lemme be good for ya,” his eyes , when they found their way to yours , were broken . he pawed at your chest , silently begging for your permission . you’ve only had the pleasure of seeing him like this twice before . you know what to do by now .

“go on, baby,” you whisper , voice shuddering as he starts to pull up your shirt . somewhere beneath your clothes , bo’s searching for forgiveness.

his mouth wraps around your nipple , sucking and nipping gently . he doesn’t ignore the other , pinching and tugging at it . comfort . he finds comfort in this . why tell you how he feels when he can show it , as long as you never bring this up again .

your hand finds it’s way into his hair, tugging on curls softly as your breath hitches with each tug of his teeth . “you’re so good to me, baby,” you murmur . he’s searching for penance in your warmth , needing to right all the wrongs within your arms . “i have to admit,” your voice is shaky, worrying your words will cause an unwanted shift, “what you said last night has been on my mind today, baby.” a whine .

baby blues open, looking up at you with the most guilt you’ve ever seen bo have . your nipple falls from his mouth , an apology spilling from his lips , “i didn’t mean it, mama, i promise.” it’s sweet , too sweet , and you’re sure the taste of it is rotting his teeth .

silence falls over the both of you , and you wonder who will break first .

you pull him up , your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss . unlike every other time , there’s no malice , no teeth , and maybe if you tasted him hard enough , there was love there . his love tastes like copper , the kind that spills from the fresh wounds he leaves on your skin , reminding you who you belong to . it tastes like gasoline , and a match .

bo is the first to pull back , desperate eyes meeting yours . “lemme make you feel good, mama.” a hand drifts between your thighs , cupping at your sex . “please?” it’s soft and if you weren’t waiting for it , you could’ve missed it .

“yeah - yeah, please, bo.” his body moves down , leaving kisses in his wake as he makes his way between your legs . bo’s tugging down your shorts , exposing your needy , wet core . you didn’t wear underwear anymore , bo’s ripped and torn them all to shreds . that was months ago , and by the way he looks at you , he must’ve forgotten .

“you’re a whore, mama, ain’t that right?” a smirk , and you wonder if this moment would end with a hand around your throat and his dick stuffed deep inside you . you hope it doesn’t . you like this softer side of him . he hasn’t hit you , yet .and if you’re lucky , he won’t .

“yes-“ you gasp as he laps at your cunt , licking up the juices . “you did this,” you mumble, “you gotta fix it. don’t you wanna fix it?” he’s silent , and whether that be from his mouth making you see stars , or from some response dying in his throat , you weren’t sure . but with the way he sucks at your clit , you didn’t much care .

you liked this . you liked this control . in this moment , he was yours in every sense of the word . you wondered if you’d met under other circumstances if it would’ve ended like this , him between your thighs , going down on you with so much fervor you thought he was starving man .

you felt a wetness , and for a moment you thought you must’ve cum without thinking until you realized it was tears . bo was crying , continuing to eat you out like his life depended on it . he mumbled words you soon found out to be “m’sorry mama, please forgive me”.

it made your heart twist in a way that made you nauseous , and you regretted making this about control in that fucked up head of yours . he‘s broken , just as much as you are .

“it’s - fuck - it’s ok, baby,” your high was coming in fast , unable to stop the buck of your hips when he pushes two fingers into you , immediately curling and finding that spot he knows so well .

“ i forgive you “

a hushed cry , and you come undone on his tongue and fingers , pulling at his hair . and for a moment , you forgot who this was for .

“thank you,” bo mumbles , laying his head against your thigh .

it’s soft , so soft you’re sure you’re imagining it , but you swear you hear him utter those three words you’ve been dying to hear ;

“i love you.”

[amor-immortalem]

Touch

OMweek2023 Day 2: Markings

Pairing: Mammon x gn!MC

Genre: Angst

Content warnings: toxic!MC, misuse of the pact, overstepping boundaries for MC to get what they want. (It back fires on them)

A/N: As I was writing this I kept thinking: wow, MC’s a fucking asshole… IDK where their characterization came from, man. Also there’s been one thought living rent free in my head for the past week: What if Mammon’s markings in his demon form were actually very painful scars from where those gold pieces he wore as an angel were? And lastly, I wanted to try my hand at writing for GN!MC for once…

“You wanna what?” Mammon gawks at the human’s boldness. He can’t say anyone’s ever made such a request of him before.

“I wanna touch your markings,” They’re not shy about repeating their request. “Is that a problem?”

“Well... no but- Why am I even entertaining this? The answer’s ‘No.’”

“Why?” The human tilts their head to the side like a curious puppy, “Are they sensitive?”

“No! I just don’t want ya touchin’ ‘em.” A blush heats up the demon’s cheeks.

“Please?” MC asks again, giving the demon puppy-dog eyes.

“No!” Mammon reasserts again. “You’re not touching my markings. End of discussion.”

The Avatar of Greed removes himself from the room before the thought of enforcing their pact with him to get what they want crosses their mind.

・・・〆・・・

A week later and Mammon is doing his best to avoid being alone with MC as much as possible. He doesn’t want to say he can’t trust they won’t try something, but he also doesn’t want to give them the opportunity to try either. But he misses that stupid human. What should he do? He’s already laid the boundary out. They wouldn’t be that shitty to actually cross it, would they?

There’s a knock at his bedroom door. At best it’s one of his brothers wanting something from him. At worst, it’s MC. Against his better judgment, the white-haired demon opens the door.

“Have you been avoiding me?” It’s the human, barging their way into his room and taking a seat on one of his couches.

“Not even a hello, how ya doin’?” Mammon quirks a brow at them, “And no if I were avoidin’ ya, I wouldn’t be hanging out with ya at school. I’m a busy demon. I can’t hang out with you 24/7.”

“Except before I asked to touch your markings, you were doing pretty much just that.” They chuckle, “You’re so full of shit. Just say you’re avoiding me and be done with it.”

“I’m really not but okay, whatever.”

“Good. See, things are much easier if we just do them my way. Now, come on, sit down. We’ll watch a movie together.” They pat the spot on the couch beside them and Mammon can feel the pact forcing his feet to comply with the order. He just hopes the human hasn’t realized what they were doing.

When he sits, they snuggle into his side, head resting against his chest as they grab the remote and start surfing through movies to watch. Once they settle on one, they click play and get even more comfortable.

・・・〆・・・

They’re half-way through the movie and Mammon has no interest in it whatsoever. He scrolls through his phone not paying attention to what MC is doing- actually he thinks they might’ve actually fallen asleep on him. They’ve been so still for the past twenty minutes.

“Hey, Mammon...” Their voice is so soft he would have missed it over the dialogue in the movie if he didn’t have a heightened sense of hearing.

“Hmm?”

“Hold still for me real quick.”

And the demon freezes as they crawl into his lap. He can’t move even if he wanted to- and he really does want to move.

“What’re you doin? Get offa me!”

“C’mon, Mammon just let me touch them. It’ll only be a quick second and then I’ll never ask again.”

“What part of ‘no’ do you not understand?” He can’t believe they’re still fixated on the idea of touching his markings.

“I don’t get why it’s such a big deal for you. Give me one good reason why I can’t touch them, that isn’t just because you don’t want me to.”

“Because... because I just don’t, and you should respect that!”

It’s quiet between them. MC looks like they weren’t pleased with his answer.

“Transform.” Another order that the Avatar of Greed can’t keep himself from following. Resigned to his fate, Mammon goes quiet and just lets this human he thought to be a friend have their way.

Soft finger tips on one hand trace the white lines that decorate his torso while the other hand tilts his chin up so they can have better access to the marking on his throat. The only thing Mammon can think about is how everywhere the human’s fingers trace burns as badly as the day these marks first appeared as he squeezes his eyes shut. He’s reminded of the pain he felt when his brothers had to cut the celestial gold out of his skin after it had fused into him during the fall from the celestial realm.

“Mammon?” MC’s voice sounds echo-y and distant, as if they weren’t sitting not more than five inches from his face. “Mammon.” Their voice is clearer now as their hands cup his face. “Hey, are you okay?”

And it’s that question that sets him off. He pushes the human off of him as soon as he has control of his body again as he glares at them.

“Get out,” His voice comes out in a twisted snarl. “Get out and don’t come back.”

“Wait- I’m sorry- I didn’t think it would be painfu-”

“I said out! Now!” Mammon’s wings flap with enough force to topple the couch they had just been sitting on as well as knock over various valuables that had been sitting on shelves with the resulting gust of wind.

MC is quick on their feet and rushing out of the room.

・・・〆・・・

For the next three months, Mammon and MC hardly see each other. He refuses to be anywhere near them despite their endless attempts to approach him and Mammon’s perfectly happy this way. He’ll never see them in the same light as he did before this. Before, he’d always seen them as an exception to most humans but now, all he ever considers them as is someone willing to cross whatever line necessary to reach their end goal.

So, when he enters his room and sees them sitting on his couch once again, the demon’s immediately on the defensive. He keeps his distance, standing at the door as he watches them.

“Thought I told ya not to come back?”

At the sound of his voice, their eyes meet his. They look genuinely sad but Mammon can’t bring himself to believe that they’re not just putting on an act.

“I’m sorry... What I did was wrong...” They start, propping their chin up with the back of their hand. “Can I explain-”

“Ya don’t look very sorry.” Mammon interrupts quickly, “If you’re here to beg for my forgiveness, save your breath. What you did was way outta line. You broke my trust and I’ll never forgive you for that.”

MC only frowns as they readjust on the couch. “Will you hear me out? At least listen to what I have to say?”

“No, I don’t care about the why ‘n the how of it. Now scram.” Mammon doesn’t want to hear an explanation. He doesn’t even want to look at their traitorous face. “I told you I didn’t want you touching my markings and that was because they ain’t just markings but incredibly painful scars that remind me of what I lost and what I’ve been through every time I see them. ‘N when you touched them, it felt like you were setting my skin on fire. Now, if you’re done tryin’ to manipulate me into forgiving ya, get out. Our friendship is over.”

“Come on, please just five minutes and then if you really want to call our friendship quits then I’ll respect that.”

“No, I already told ya I ain’t interested in any explanation you could give me. It won’t fix what happened.”

“Not even if I had had good intentions behind it?”

“Ain’t no good intentions that include violating somebody’s boundaries.”

“I just wanted to take our relationship to the next level!” There’s a look Mammon can’t quite place in the human’s eyes. It almost seems like desperation. “I had learned in one of my classes at RAD that sometimes a demon’s markings act like an erogenous zone a-and I figured since you’re clearly in love with me but don’t know how to admit it that me touching your markings might signal that I was interested in you in a way that was more than friends and-“

“Enough,” he’s done listening to this. “If you were wantin’ me to be your boyfriend, ya shoulda just come out and said it. What you did ruined any shot you ever had. Now, for the last time. Get. Out.”

MC frowns and dejectedly walks out of the room as the demon clicks his tongue in annoyance once they’re gone. To think he ever had feelings for a human like that... but that’s just how it goes he supposes.

・・・〆・・・

End

[vtmgremlin]

Can I ask you to gush/rant/rave about your most favorite, and then your least favorite clans? Just totally go off. I live for it.

Oh!! Omg hello (sorry for the wait)

Gosh I wish I had more energy to answer this properly but I shall try lol (Read more to not clog mutuals dashes!)

I favorite has to be the Hecata (Specifically the Cappadocians, Harbingers, etc.) Love me the clan of death (save for....the Giovannis...looks at them from afar).

I just think their whole deal is so much more interesting (personally!) than most others. The fact that y'all are traversing past the shroud and can interact with the shadowlands and just...idk I find it so much more amazing than the board room meetings of the Ventrue's.

That being said my next top three are Ventrue, Lasombra and Gangrel LMFAO

Love the Ventrue because they are just the equivalent of wolves being domesticated into those little crusty white dogs. Fantastic, really. (Also they are awful in so many ways but so much of it is looked over because they are so BORING about it !!!! which is so slay honestly). Personally, to me, they are the more Yaoi Clan.

Lasombra because like come on ya know? Shadow Lords of the highest fuckery. You're telling me these guys get Oblivion (Obentenbration), Dominate, AND Potence???? So i'm just supposed to sit here and get my shit rocked, a'ight. (Also fully believe that the Oceans are a mirror of the Abyss, which is why they were saliors ye old ages ago. Something Something, they were called back to the sea....hmmm...)

GANGREL! I didn't care much about them before until I made my son Blake, and there is a good reason because they really got the fuckin' full fist : ( Like it feels as though everyone forgets about them, even their lore stated that they were meant for a greater purpose but...we shall never truly know. Not only that but in V5....? really?? you're going to make a beast man vampire and NOT give them the ability to use Shape of the Beast's Wrath??? Jail for a thousand years. Love them because a bit of bias now for sure, but also the way they view everything so so refreshing as well (Like the Hecata), so removed from the politics (in some cases). It feels like they see a bigger picture here, and yet they are called "cowards" for not getting involved. Like shit man, would you want to go help when an ANTEDILUVIAN is fully awake and going on a murder rampage?

Yeah, I really wouldn't either, honestly.

Least favorite...hmm...IDK! I truly do like all the clans for their own reason, I guess least though would maybe be Brujah? But that might also be a case like the Gangrel where they (writers) lost the plot a long time ago. Like the True Brujah, hell yeah, now we're talking. But Normmie Brujah are very one note and I think thats sad :,/

Personally, think that this could all be fixed if we BROUGHT BACK BLOODLINES INTO V5 but thats a talk for another time.....//flops around

Anyways, thank you again for the ask!!!! Very sweet of you ;; w;;)/ Hope that this suffices TT u TT

[rrxnjun]

Hello hi hi Bar <3, this is gonna be a bit long and yapful. Hope you are doing well and feeling good. I was the anon who asked about mxm fics around this time last year if you remember, removing my anon because why not (i feel bold and i like you). What actually prompted me to send this ask , I would talk about it later.

So I haven't read all your fics, honestly only some of them and I have loved literally all of them equally that I cannot choose the best. As a Renjun biased person I am always super crazy about blondes are done with fun and portrait of a blank slate (and they also had the smut tag sksks). Now now idk why am I explaining this but it is necessary I think. So I am someone who prefers to read longer fics with the smut tag among other tags because i am a bit 😈 lol and mainly because if they are completely wholesome (fluffy, angsty, etc) and innocent I get so attached and so delusional, especially because they are fan fics, and I start feeling crazy and am not able to get over easily because they are so pure. Smut personally gives me a sense of detachment and reality and it's a bit comic and hot of course. So yeah this is also one of the reasons I have read only a few fics of yours. But the latest one I read was Liebestraum and GOD OH MY GODDDDDD, idk where to begin, it's been a while, I think I read it last year and it didn't have any smut iirc, I got so so so so so attached, each time I looked at your blog, it reminded me of those long summer days, Jisung lying on the floor, feeling empty, the angst, the longing, the fic felt so real. The ending almost made me cry, and the almost crying feeling is the worst, because you're not able to let out anything but you're not able to keep it in either. It was very bittersweet. And the yearning, the longing for idk what, hurt, hurt so much but hurt so good. I listened to your playlist as well and after that I used to listen to Liebestraum a lot and each time I used to picture all that, the scenes, the feelings, etc. I think I am still not completely over it, to be able to read anything else from your blog. But it felt so painfully good. I really really loved it so much, I felt as if I lived it in real time. It felt like I was there, in the room when Jisung was lying on the floor in his aunt's house, not so fond of the summer break, or when him and y/n went to the beach(?) or when they did fun activities together, I was there with them, it felt so real, I could almost touch them... So yes that's what your writing feels like🥹🌻 (stopping or else I will go on forever) And like people usually hate summers but I like them, I was born during summer break and there is something bittersweet about the summer break, something nostalgic, yk summertime sadness lol, something nothing, something empty, something so full yet so light about it that I love oh so much, and I was able to feel all that through Liebestraum and hence it's special. And now I have come back after months, feeling like I finally moved on somewhat, because I take time with my feelings, to read more from you but it makes me nervous ngl.

Now coming back to my original purpose of this ask, I was reading your carrd and info again and I realized we are the same age (you won't believe me but I rarely find someone exactly my age like this) and I am psychology major as well🥺 and my mbti which I checked two years back was infp too(i think yours is different now). And the mutual groups that we stan, both of us have at least one bias in common ✨️ and all this coincidence got me excited like an 8 year old giggly kid. So idk lol, I just wanted to tell you skksks. You carrd was really cute and you sound really sweet. And if itxs not too personal, are you still doing something psychology related?? And what does your description refer to? (only if you're okay answering)

Love ya and your writing lots ❣️

hi hi hi!! omg this ask made me whip out my laptop to make sure i reply to everything omg,,, dw about it being long i enjoy those a whole lot!!! hope you're doing well and feeling good too! i do remember your ask, actually, and it makes me happy you came off anon bc you like me HAHA

DFJKLAFJ blondes are done with fun and portrait of a blank slate are actually the only smuts i've ever written and even those arent as explicit TT i do know what you mean with your reasoning, though!! for me i didnt use to enjoy smut if it had no plot ((still struggling with that a little, i feel like i need at least SOME plot to really enjoy reading a smut fic) so you kinda have the opposite problem?? HAHA. i do get kinda delulu too so i get you <//3 some fics ive read on here definitely made moving on from them kinda hard.

at first i didn't really like liebestraum, if im being completely honest. i had an innitial idea for this fic and posted a teaser for it and then deleted it because i hated it and then a sweet anon approached me and asked about that fic (we are now online best friends and met up irl three times can u believe that)) and i decided to give it another shot and rewrite it,, because i knew i kinda had to get the idea out somehow?? i think this fic is special in a way that jisung's inner monologue deeply resembles mine in some parts. summer is always very bittersweet for me and very difficult for me to handle, if im being honest, so getting this out really helped to cope with it all in a way? hearing you say you enjoyed it so much and felt such a connection to a personal work of mine makes me really happy, if i'm being honest. sometimes its hard to really wrap my head around the fact that somebody percieves my work and connects with it, so this whole ask feels kinda surreal, but i am insanely grateful for it. thank you so SO much for sending this ask in, i will treasure it for a long long LONG time. strangely enough, i only really know ppl who like summer, so it's strange to see you think it's otherwise?? but dont let anyone take that joy away from you. <3 i am a fall lover at my heart and i know people usually hate that season, but i enjoy it a lot:) hearing u call my work special makes me feel special and emotional, thank you so much. even if you dont manage to read another work from me, dont worry about it. i am already so grateful for this message and for your words i could never be "mad" at you, haha.

omg my carrd is so outddated i should update the info DFKJJAL but omg fr?? i feel 03 liners are a rare breed tbh i only know a few on here so welcome into the gang !! oh fr??? thats crazy!!! my mbti is infj-t rn tho HAHAHA i retook the test this year after a debate with another psych major. and that is so cool omg we should definitely be friends now (thank u for the compliments on the carrd also! its a template so i didn't make it, i just added the pics in and tweaked it around to my liking haha)

i am still majoring in psychology! im gonna be in my 3rd year after summer break and working on my thesis so i can get my bachelors :) after that im applying for masters haha. i don't really know what i wanna do postgrad yet, but i don't really think therapy is for me, so maybe something diagnostic related?? maybe stats or research? we'll see.

oh and my blog description is a lyric from the song dark by dominic fike :) i am a big dominic fike fan and that song is very personal and special for me and it got me through some difficult times. i really love that lyric because of its symbolism :))

[aspd-culture]

Greetings,

1. Your content is very helpful, big thanks for answering questions so thoroughly!

I have aspd+npd and adhd.

cd in childhood ✔️

So I started therapy again, had my 3 visits to get-to-know-eachother and soon will have weekly or so appointments.

Now she ain’t really familiar with cluster b (I know I know…), but no other therapist in my area takes new patients or is familiar with the topic either.

Now today I told her about my diagnosis’s straightforward and she’s all about “not labeling symptoms as diagnosis’s”, she’s an in depth-psychotherapy psychologist and works with the NVC nonviolent communication concept by Marshall Rosenberg *deep sigh*

“Based on the teachings of Sigmund Freud, traditional psychoanalysis deals with the reconstruction of long-repressed memories, while depth psychology focuses primarily on the "present conscious".”

Now I know I will have to withhold my “I know better about this” reactions to some degree, I told her about cluster b treatment being specific and a lot of other disorders have same/similar symptoms aka having labels like aspd&npd IS HELPFUL CUZ NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOURE WORKING WITH?? (+do precise research)

but we talked a little bit about me experiencing npd shame and she was like: “well that contradicts itself, you cannot have aspd and experience shame, aspd lacks that & you appear to be a nice lady anyway” *implodes*

The mocking laugh I had to withhold omg.

Now going by the books at least >3 symptoms have to be present & I have more than that.

Everyone experiences it differently, idk if it’s even considered somewhat of a spectrum?

And I HAVE THE LITERAL DIAGNOSIS ANYWAY.

Like what does she not get about me ALSO HAVING NPD COMORBID?! and shame being the core of NPD?

Now… I’ll probably stay with her for a while (if I have the self control) since I really need therapy to some degree at least, cuz things suck big time right now.

And my question is how to teach her her job and explain the aspd&npd comorbid stuff to her and that labels do play a role here? Idk just overall advice?

End of frustration rant🤦🏻‍♀️

-K

Thank you, I do my best!

TW, all caps text in the response (not aggressive, in a surprised/reaction way)

I'm just... gonna liveblog my response to this bc I have so many feelings on this therapist already and I have barely read 1/4 of the ask yet.

Not being familiar with cluster b pds actually isn't always a bad thing. I will happily take unfamiliar over some of the so called specialists in that area who believe in "narc abuse" and the like. I generally recommend people who think/know they have ASPD to seek out therapists in the range of trauma specialists over cluster b specialists for that reason.

Ugh, I can't stand the "I don't like labels/diagnoses" therapists enough already when they're referring to new ones while in their care, but to say that to someone who is telling you about a dx they already have is a new low.

Not the Freud! Not the "present conscious"! Gross gross all around imo. If that works for some of you that is awesome but I can't stomach that kind of therapist just for me personally.

Reconstruction of repressed memories is tricky because if they don't handle that right it is a very sensitive moment for them to fuck up/say something shitty, so I personally prefer to let those bubble up naturally, but because I have DID (oh ya, that official dx happened btw) they are more likely to bubble up for me than for a singlet. It makes sense to me that singlets would want a therapist for that.

OH DEAR FUCK I DID NOT THINK IT COULD GET WORSE. Ok so unpacking that - pwASPD absolutely experience shame, which is extremely common in traumatized people of any variety. In fact, shame is a very common symptom of PTSD. Remorse and shame are not only not the same, but they are so far removed from each other than even most ableist prosocials know and admit that those two are not even in the same family.

The "you appear to be a nice lady" is the icing on the "Get the fuck rid of this therapist if you can" cake for me, because it reeks of ableism and sexism at the same time. AFABs often have their symptoms of ASPD ignored entirely or intentionally mis-attributed to autism or BPD because they just cannot fathom an AFAB not thinking like a lady. ASPD is demonized and AFABs are infantilized and their tiny prosocial brains blow up because those two cannot co-exist.

I, to be quite honest, would chuck her in the unfixable pile. I wish I could give you advice on this, but there is just too much ableism, sexism, and ignorance in how she reacted in just this single interaction you described for me to think she's salvagable. When it's one little thing you can sometimes teach them/get them to learn with you - even though that is literally the opposite of what therapy is supposed to be - and get something good out of it, but with all of this I think it presents a much larger risk to you to try.

If you can't switch any time soon, I would try and stick to discussing non-cluster b issues as much as possible.

I can not and do not give professional advice because I am not a professional and in good conscience, I can't advise leaving one therapist without a direct plan on how and when to get another one ASAP. But I will say that specifically in relation to cluster b disorders, this therapist sounds like she will be more damaging than anything for that. That doesn't mean that she can't help with other conditions or stressors you're experiencing in the meantime, though!

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Thank you, I do my best!

TW, all caps text in the response (not aggressive, in a surprised/reaction way)

I'm just... gonna liveblog my response to this bc I have so many feelings on this therapist already and I have barely read 1/4 of the ask yet.

Not being familiar with cluster b pds actually isn't always a bad thing. I will happily take unfamiliar over some of the so called specialists in that area who believe in "narc abuse" and the like. I generally recommend people who think/know they have ASPD to seek out therapists in the range of trauma specialists over cluster b specialists for that reason.

Ugh, I can't stand the "I don't like labels/diagnoses" therapists enough already when they're referring to new ones while in their care, but to say that to someone who is telling you about a dx they already have is a new low.

Not the Freud! Not the "present conscious"! Gross gross all around imo. If that works for some of you that is awesome but I can't stomach that kind of therapist just for me personally.

Reconstruction of repressed memories is tricky because if they don't handle that right it is a very sensitive moment for them to fuck up/say something shitty, so I personally prefer to let those bubble up naturally, but because I have DID (oh ya, that official dx happened btw) they are more likely to bubble up for me than for a singlet. It makes sense to me that singlets would want a therapist for that.

OH DEAR FUCK I DID NOT THINK IT COULD GET WORSE. Ok so unpacking that - pwASPD absolutely experience shame, which is extremely common in traumatized people of any variety. In fact, shame is a very common symptom of PTSD. Remorse and shame are not only not the same, but they are so far removed from each other than even most ableist prosocials know and admit that those two are not even in the same family.

The "you appear to be a nice lady" is the icing on the "Get the fuck rid of this therapist if you can" cake for me, because it reeks of ableism and sexism at the same time. AFABs often have their symptoms of ASPD ignored entirely or intentionally mis-attributed to autism or BPD because they just cannot fathom an AFAB not thinking like a lady. ASPD is demonized and AFABs are infantilized and their tiny prosocial brains blow up because those two cannot co-exist.

I, to be quite honest, would chuck her in the unfixable pile. I wish I could give you advice on this, but there is just too much ableism, sexism, and ignorance in how she reacted in just this single interaction you described for me to think she's salvagable. When it's one little thing you can sometimes teach them/get them to learn with you - even though that is literally the opposite of what therapy is supposed to be - and get something good out of it, but with all of this I think it presents a much larger risk to you to try.

If you can't switch any time soon, I would try and stick to discussing non-cluster b issues as much as possible.

I can not and do not give professional advice because I am not a professional and in good conscience, I can't advise leaving one therapist without a direct plan on how and when to get another one ASAP. But I will say that specifically in relation to cluster b disorders, this therapist sounds like she will be more damaging than anything for that. That doesn't mean that she can't help with other conditions or stressors you're experiencing in the meantime, though!

[granitenotgranted]

I'm gonna need ur reaction and thoughts about the RaM finale once you've watched it

I only watched it yesterday so im not gonna have any hot and spicy new takes for yall but ya girl DID have some thoughts lets go (obviously spoiler warning)

thank you SO SO much for asking!! I’m honored that you want my takes<33

Listen I hate to say it but I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!! GOD!!! 😭😭😭

I just need to come out here and say this but first of all I dont think Rick replacing himself was really a bad thing,,,, like at all LMAO especially knowing that it was Rick who made him I mean it was more than just a replacement he was made to be the grandpa he wants for morty but he just knows he can’t be right now.

I can fully understand how it would absolutely feel like a betrayal to Morty but looking at it as a viewer I mean Rick was fully spiraling, to me his intentions were completely pure. Also I thik im just grateful they gave us a time stamp for when the swap was made so we didnt have to wonder forever how much of Rick this season was Rick. He still did piss master, he still kept Jerry blissfully ignorant just out of good will, he STILL WILLINGLY WENT TO THERAPY. All these wouldve been out the window if theyd overlooked that detail. 

Him recognizing that he was starting to go off the deep end again and not only removing himself but having his familys best interest in mind ( “Im no good to anyone until I resolve this” ) while doing so AND literally while mad at Morty is still INSANE character growth from where we started but this way is REALISTIC character growth. It was WEIRD how black and white the difference between literally yhe last two episodes and even just the rest of the season (which has famously been Rick in his peak good grandpa career) was. At some points it felt like I was reading fanfiction.

(Why do his knees look like that oh my god) Rick is fully capable of recognizing where he can be better, he always has been, he is not stupid *however* he is CLUTCHING onto the idea of being more logical than sentimental by the fucking neck rn. Men will literally build an anatomically flawless ai to be the perfectly calculated percentage nicer to their grandson and to be the man they wish they were before just going back to therapy.

Someone else mentioned this but ill also point out how much I appreciated just seeing Rick working? Like just in his space completely focused building shit with his brain and hands that hit the fucking spot. 9/10 times we only get the finished product and idk if its just me but I love when we SEE Rick living up to the Rick Sanchez tm reputation.

And Morty... my sweet summer child. It is not at all a shiny new take to say oh he’s so done with ricks shit we all know that but I really really want to point out something that I’m not really sure what point I’m trying to make with but have we noticed almost a switch morty flips when on adventures? He cried because Christmas was ruined like not even a full 6 hours before he was fully ready to kill a man while looking him in the eyes. Maybe the two were cause and effect idk bht I think that’s definitely something present in other episodes too this sorta “just get it done” attitude.

Also how much he sounded like rick this ep? That whole “don’t be too flattered he’s been actively trying to die” sounded EXACTLY like a Rick line I literally had to play it again. And the complete apathy for robo rick wanting to die until he ACTUALLY lunged himself into the void was also just textbook rick bullshit. Like grandfather like goddamn grandson.

The ending to me was a little disappointing tbh I think I was hoping for a more,,, structured? Cliffhanger? Like we dk what’s gonna happen in this storyline instead of the introduction to a new storyline yk? MAYBEEE I’m just salty we have to wait another year for more you can’t prove anything.

Rick being borderline manic ab RP at the end was my favorite it’s nice to see him just rant ab anything really and like not make some bullshit elaborate Halloween house to take his anger out but just legit vent ab what this guys been doing to him for the past fucking 40 years. I didn’t even notice the ep was over when the credits rolled in my mind we were only like 10 minutes in and I lost my MIND when mr poopy butthole pulled up again good to see he’s thriving (kinda)

On a final note when he called him Rick prime please let me know if I’m off but is that not an internet term for him? Like the fandom came up with it? Rick and morty writers are tumblerinas confirmed question mark?

And lastly: Neurotypical. Cooties.