#sooooo what do normal people think about in their free time?

[daemon-in-my-head]

Ever thought abt what Durge may feel when embracing Bhaal again in regards to Orin or others?

Not the badass durge I mean btw. The one that's just too beaten and bruised to keep up this charade of a rebellion and just willingly gives in because they tried but nothing worked and in the end they'd rather become a weapon to be wielded again than keep going and enduring the pain of a lost purpose.

You ever wonder if such a durge prays that no one watches? That Orin wherever she may be won't see them giving in and giving up again, that she won't see Bhaal break her blood kin the same way she was broken in her last moments, relieving such a fresh wound again? That their LI won't watch as they break again, discarding whatever it was they must've once adored? What if they just pray that no one has to see as they surrender and self slaughter all that's left of them to the being that caused this mess in the first place, that no one sees their ultimate shame?

Much to think about (I'm trying so hard not to start another wip rn u don't understand)

[icewindandboringhorror]

Current temperature inside of my room right now in the middle of the night whilst about to go to sleep... villain origin story...

[tossawary]

I think the vibe that I'm going for with Su Xiyan now in my fics is a lot like Kabru from "Dungeon Meshi". I wrote most of my Su Xiyan stuff before I even touched "Dungeon Meshi" and the vibes definitely aren't 1-1, but that's the good stuff I want with her. Like, she's even better at people because she's older and has more political experience, but that kind of stressed, overworked, tightly wound social manipulator smiling pleasantly while privately thinking "What the fuck? What the fuck???" to herself is funny to me.

Su Xiyan just sitting there, smiling, flirting, acting all cool, while a Demon Emperor happily (knowingly?) takes her kind of obvious bait because he's here for a good time. (Oh, no, he's HOT.) She CANNOT figure out whether or not Tianlang-Jun knows she might kill him and she's sitting through some of the worst theatre she's ever seen in her life in the meanwhile. She paid for this. Tianlang-Jun is sooooo into this stuff. WHY is she kind of into that???

And most of her social manipulation just straight-up doesn't work on Zhuzhi-Lang either because it goes over his head or he decides not to cooperate. They sit down at a restaurant together and Zhuzhi-Lang orders a bowl of raw eggs so that he can swallow them whole. Su Xiyan spends the entire meal trying to figure out whether or not Zhuzhi-Lang is fucking with her.

The answer? Yes. Zhuzhi-Lang would do this anyway, he likes eggs, but he knows normal humans don't behave this way and he's doing it now to see what Su Xiyan will do about his egg-eating in public. This is a test. (Tianlang-Jun: "Haha, did he do the egg thing again? He's really good at catching them too. Look, I can just throw them at him and he'll swallow it!") It's the great dynamic of "highly competent person who is being crushed under societal expectations" versus "a pair of total weirdos who have tuned into the joy of taking naps whenever you want, the ground is free".

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

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MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[theheartnexttophan]

For my last time: stuff I remember from today’s show:

This audience was sooooo loud, like way louder than Grand Prairie or Denver (the screams for Sister Daniel were actually the loudest thing I’ve ever heard)

They said they went to bucees at like 3:00 am this morning and Phil got a lot of fudge and a lot of merch

They mentioned pinof anniversary so much, like every chance they got

Conspiracies were wedding, toilet, tour bus, fake (so I never got to see pole or vegas 😭)

For the minute of random yapping, they talked about nuts, which lead to many, many innuendos, but they were (mostly) talking about the food (also lead to Dan dabbing on stage) and they talked about getting nuts from bucees and everyone went wild

I already mentioned the thing about banning ted cruz and killing trump

During the boxing section, they ran out into the audience like normal, but there weren’t proper aisles in this venue, so they ran through one of the rows (they were pretty wide but still) so they were kinda scooching sideways and apologising to people as they ran past rather slowly

One of the confessions was that someone knew Phil was gay because he talked with very wide spread fingers

Another confession said “someone in the audience said you were an owl” and they made it seem like Phil didn’t get it so he could say “who” but he obviously understood

Phil reblogged that post from Dan right before intermission ended😂

I think that’s what I remember off the top of my head! If anyone else remembers anything feel free to add on! I’m so sad this was my last show, like I literally had the best time ever! It’s been so amazing to see dnp in real life and see how they really do shine on stage, like they’re really amazing performers! And it’s so cool to be in a room full of phannies and all going crazy together, like phannies are some of the most fun, kindest people I’ve ever met! I’ve actually had the craziest, best week of my life and all I can say is “this was the most fun I’ve ever had” 🫶🫶🥹

[melonsodypop]

*hugs you* Thank you so much again for another delicious writing! ❤ I can't help myself, sooooo~ Yakuza men and I absolutely have no shame allowing them to do whatever they want, any dirty little fantasy they have with reader? What would it be? Tysm, you're amazing! <3

yakuza men acting out their dirtiest fantasies !

✫ pairing -  kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/afab!reader (all seperate)

✫  tags -  nsfw, minors dni, bullet list format, no gendered terms used, piv, oral (both male and reader receiving), camming/facetime sex, free use, unprotected sex (be smart), degradation (slut, whore), aftercare, reader wears a skirt, primal play, breeding mention, mentions of cumming inside, semipublic sex/exhibitionism, petplay, collaring, use of petnames (doll, pet), rough sex, breathplay/choking

✫  a/n - there is no such thing as shame on this account, we are all holding hands in the delulu no matter how filthy it is <33

kazuma kiryu ✫ giving him a camshow

so we all know the camshow minigame in 6 right..... yeah

good luck getting him to admit this one to you, kiryu would probably rather chop off one of his limbs

he hasn't dared to touch any sort of pornographic material since he started dating you - he's a loyal man and glancing at other people that aren't you is simply not in the question

the only way that you'd probably figure out that this is something you're into is by complete accident

you're on facetime with him while you're in bed one day, his business having taken him to some other part of japan away from you

things are going as normal until you reach over to the nightstand to grab a glass of water, the camera tilting down to your chest

kiryu stutters to a stop mid-sentence at the sight of your smooth skin and cleavage under a flimsy tank top

despite his slacks tightening to an uncomfortable degree, he tries to play it off when you call him out on it

"i-it's nothing. as i was saying-"

you COULD let him off the hook, but you can see how red his ears are getting even through the shitty hotel wi-fi-induced crunchiness of his video feed

kiryu's breath hitches as you tilt your phone down to your chest again, watching with dilated pupils as you reach up to slip one of the straps of your tank top off your shoulder

"w-what are you doing-?"

lets out a deep sigh when you ask him if he wants you to stop, his eyes screwing shut and his head falling back against the back of the hotel's armchair

".... no. keep going"

kiryu feels lightheaded as you slowly, teasingly slip your tank top down to expose your tits to the camera

he knows you're saying things to him, but all he can focus on is the breathy lilt of your voice and the way your hands are kneading at your own breasts

fuck, he feels so dirty for doing this - but it's been too long since he's been able to touch you and something about the sight of your body through a shaky camera lens on his little phone screen is just doing it for him

you hear a rustling of fabric and the muffled sound of his zipper, kiryu's jaw tensing as he hisses through his teeth - is he-?

"so fucking beautiful," he manages to grit out, his hand fisting his stiff cock, thumbing his pre-cum-soaked slit in time with your fingers circling your nipples

starts telling you to touch yourself, too - distance be damned, he wants to cum in tandem with you

if he ever turns the camera around to show you himself stroking his cock, the angle is going to be... bad, but the sound of his choked grunts and the sheer redness of his cock will make up for it

paints his abs with the thickest load of cum he thinks he's ever shot, a barely suppressed growl rumbling in his chest after he hears your breathy orgasm through the phone

is thoroughly embarrassed whenever you mention it again - but you and him both know that if you ever start to strip on camera again, he's not going to stop you

goro majima ✫ free use

if there's one thing that majima values over everything else, it's being able to do whatever he wants whenever he wants

he's pretty open about talking about whatever when it comes to sex, so when you two are hanging at his apartment and you ask him about his absolute dirtiest fantasy he already has an answer locked and loaded

your intrigue only grows when he assures you that you don't have to act it out with him unless you REALLY want to

launches into the nastiest, most vivid description of him being able to use your body whenever and however he wants to - bending you over whatever surface is closest without warning, ruining whatever hole of yours he feels like in the moment, you taking it like the good little slut you are

his lips twist into a predatory grin when you tell him that you'd be more than willing to let him do that

"well, what's the point in wastin' any more time? take those damn panties off - ya won't need 'em"

gets too impatient to let you do it yourself, pulling you close and reaching under the hem of your skirt to rip them off your body

scoffs at your whines about how that was your favorite pair - "shut up, y'know i'll buy ya more, doll"

turns you around and presses a firm hand between your shoulder blades to bend you over the coffee table, a low whistle when he sees how wet you've already gotten

"you this worked up already? haven't even touched ya - must like the idea of me using this pretty little hole like a fleshlight that much, huh?"

pushes himself into your heat without another moment's hesitation, thrusting into you wildly from behind while you can do nothing but squirm and cry out in his grasp

for the rest of the evening, he's determined to take you on every surface in the apartment

and he nearly does - fucking you in his lap on the couch, propping you up on the kitchen counter to eat his own cum out of you, forcing his cock down your throat as you kneel in front of him with his back against a wall, taking you in prone bone against the floor because he couldn't even be bothered to move you to a proper surface

he's only satisfied once every inch of your skin is painted with his cum, your body twitching and your facial expression so cutely fucked out

carries you to the bathroom to clean you up before tenderly tucking you into bed, his gentle touch so unlike the animal of a man who had been shoving his cock into you from every angle moments before

kisses your forehead before snuggling in beside you, holding you to his chest in an unspoken apology for how rough he was

"ya did so good for me, doll, took me so well - get some rest, ya earned it"

taiga saejima ✫ primal play

far be it from saejima to ever do anything to hurt you or make you feel threatened

but he's a man driven by his inner instinct at his core

he really isn't the type to pour over pornographic materials or discuss that sort of thing with his buddies (read: majima), so he's a complete stranger to anything outside of just

so when you had decided to tease him one day by making him chase you through your apartment, he had no idea what to make of the simmering in his stomach that started to burn when he finally caught you and pinned you to the ground

he let you go with a forced casual laugh that time, but for the rest of the week he couldn't get the image of you helplessly trapped in his grasp out of his head

he's almost forgotten about it until one day he's getting hot and heavy with you, his brow furrowing in confusion when you pull your lips away from his

his breath hitches when you ask him what his deepest, darkest fantasy is, his mind flashing with the image of the moment he caught you in his arms

your eyes widen as he lifts you to your feet, his eyes dark with desire

"start runnin'. i'll give you a head start before i come after ya"

you don't need to be told twice before you dart away, the looming knowledge that saejima wasn't far behind making your heart pound in your chest

your lungs ache as you scramble into your bedroom closet, already hearing his heavy footsteps thudding against the floor

your head spins as your heartrate spikes as you hear him getting closer and closer

saejima would never to anything to hurt you - but your body's trembling reaction to the thought of him devouring you whole is also making arousal pool in your panties

the only warning you have that he's found you is the way the light shining under the door is shadowed by his boots, the door ripping open

you only get a passing glance at the feral gleam in saejima's eyes before he's grabbing you, throwing over you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before you're being unceremoniously plopped onto your bed

you're scrambling to catch your breath as he hungrily rips your clothes from your body, trapping you in his grasp as his thick cock splits you in half

doesn't hold back with the force and pace of his thrusts, rutting into you with reckless abandon as he litters your neck and shoulders with bites

"cute fuckin' bunny, thinkin' ya could get away from me - m'gonna breed ya so deep, yer not gonna be able to run anymore"

he usually's more conservative with his noises, but he's growling and panting as you cry and scratch at his back

safe to say, from that day on all you need to do to get this big tiger riled up is to start running from him

shun akiyama ✫ putting you in a bunnysuit

it's nothing crazy, but akiyama's not huge on any hard kinks or fetishes to begin with

like i said in my post about their kinks, akiyama's a big fan of costumes, but the playboy bunny getup in particular is an especially deep-cut preference of his

he probably takes the initiative to buy it for you one day, handing you a gift bag at the end of one of your dates and telling you with a wink to wait until you get home to put it on

you give him a questioning look right back, wondering what in the world he was up to this time - but you don't question it too much, waiting until you were back in your apartment to look in the bag

you almost choke when you finally lay out the entire ensemble - a skimpy black leotard with a puffy white tail pinned right on the lower back, fishnets, cuffs, a collar with a red bowtie - and of course, the headband with the bunny ears

ah, so that's why that dirty dog wanted you to open it at home - pulling that out at the restaurant you two were at would've been wildly inappropriate

there's a handwritten note from akiyama in the bag, too, scrawled in that hasty yet still elegant script of his

'Saw this in the window of that one shop on the east side of Kamurocho and couldn't resist. Only wear it if you want, but just know I think you'd look beautiful in it'

you roll your eyes at his antics, but it's not like it's the first time you've dressed up in something for him - so you undress and pull the costume on piece-by-piece

fortunately or unfortunately, he's right about the suit looking good on you - the leotard pushes your tits up in a way that's almost obscene and cinches your waist, and the bunny tail sits perfectly above the curve of your ass

and you had to admit, the bunny ears were cute, too

you're turning yourself around and admiring yourself in the mirror, deciding to snap a few pictures of yourself at different angles to send off to akiyama

when akiyama opens your text, he almost drops his phone and spits out the cigarette in his mouth - god, you look even better than he could have ever imagined

almost trips himself getting out the door of his own apartment, adjusting his tightening pants as he scrambles to text you back

'Coming over, don't take it off'

practically bursts into your apartment when you let him in, his hands immediately on you and his lips smothering yours

won't shut up about how hot you look as he pushes you onto your living room couch - "god, i knew you'd look amazing, babe, you look so sexy in this"

usually the type to tease you for as long as he can, but he can't wait any longer to taste you, hooking a finger in the crotch of the leotard to pull it aside and ripping a hole in the fishnets before he buries his face in your pussy

silently pats himself on the back for his impulsive financial decision when he feels the scrape of your fishnet-clad thighs on either side of his head - he'll have to get you to wear this more often

akira nishikiyama ✫ semi-public sex

i'm back on my "yakuza 0 era-nishiki is a young dumb impulsive risk-taker" bullshit

as possessive as he is, the thought of you two getting it on somewhere where you could easily get discovered gets him harder than anything else

it's the combination of the riskiness and the thought of everyone seeing that it's him fucking you and making you feel good

he's toyed with the idea before, even bringing it up during dirty talk as a way to rile you up, but the actual risk of getting caught and bringing any sort of shame on his family stops him from actually getting too handsy with you in public

which is why when you suddenly pull him into some back alley of kamurocho and start getting on your knees in front of him, he almost loses his shit right then and there

his eyes dart from the distant end of the alley to you, the thought that anyone could walk in and see you unzipping the front of his slacks making him throb visibly in his boxers

his hand comes up to gently stroke your hair as you pull his reddened cock out, a shuddered groan leaving his pretty lips as you lean in to kiss the bead of precum forming at his tip

"so dirty - gonna suck my cock right here? are you looking to get us caught, you little vixen?"

his head falls back against the concrete wall as your lips close around his length, his fingers threading in your hair as his hips buck into the warm cavern of your mouth

his eyes keep darting from the sight of his length disappearing down your throat to the other end of the alleyway, almost wishing that some punk would peek a little closer and see him claiming your mouth as his

doesn't even bother muffling his noises when he cums, letting his stuttered whimpers free as he unloads his hot seed down your throat

helps you onto your feet, giving you a sweet kiss before spinning you around and pressing your chest against the wall he was just leaning back on

"it's your turn, baby - gonna fuck you right here, show this entire town who you fuckin' belong to"

makes good on that promise, his cock churning your insides as he hooks two fingers into your mouth to muffle your desperate moans

"look at you, getting stuffed from both ends," he laughs airily into your ear, his hot breath spilling down your neck, "makin' such a pretty picture for all these people to see, aren't you?"

after making you cum by rubbing a few tight circles on your clit, pulls out and paints your ass with his release

tugs your panties back over and shoves your skirt back down before walking you back to your place with his arm possessively wrapped around your waist, a confident smirk on his face the whole time and already thinking of all the other places in town that he could take you

daigo dojima ✫ petplay

the last thing daigo wants to be is an overly controlling lover, so he holds himself back from restraining you too much in any aspect of life if he can help it

but sometimes he can't help that he wants your every movement under his control

which is why sometimes he fantasizes about you with a belled collar around your neck, a leash connected to the front of it wrapped tightly around his hand

he secretly has a custom collar made exactly to fit your pretty neck with his name engraved on the tag, a cute little bell on it and a matching leash

if you're into it and he's feeling especially freaky he'll probably buy a plug with a cute jewel at the end to stuff your puckered hole with, too

he's a little hesitant to show the collar to you, unsure of how you're going to react

but when your eyes sparkle at the sight of it, he knows that his anxieties were unfounded

tilts your head up so gently as he clips the collar and leash around your neck, cooing about how adorable you look

gently tugs you along until he's sitting with his long legs lazily spread on an armchair - "get on all fours, pet"

feels his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you oh-so-cutely crawling towards him, petting your hair gently as you hold yourself up with your hands on his knees

"cute. now, i'm going to have you learn a few tricks to earn your reward"

makes you beg, call him 'master', shake your cute hips - he's hypnotized by the way you so obediently follow every one of his commands

if you slip up and make a mistake or start acting a little bratty, he tugs at the leash and coldly tells you to try again

when he's finally satisfied that you're well-trained, he'll reach down to unzip his fly, his stiffened cock springing free from his boxers

"that's a good pet. now, take your reward"

a shuddered gasp leaves him as you learn forward to give his reddened tip a few kitten licks, his hips bucking up to chase your tongue

continues to stroke your hair lovingly as you take him entirely in your mouth, his balls drawing up into him when he spills his hot seed down your throat

tugs you up and into his lap by the leash, sitting you down on his cock and firmly thrusting up into you

"so good, pet, taking my cock so well - cum whenever you want, you earned it"

mentally notes to get himself a clicker for next time, determined to train you until you're completely, utterly obedient to him

ryuji goda ✫ letting him choke you

it's no secret that ryuji's a rough lover - if he hasn't fucked you hard enough to make you unable to walk the next day, he doesn't feel like he's done it right

but even he has standards, and he knows that suddenly choking you during sex without asking first is shitty

but you've started to pick up the signs that he wants to - holding you down with a hand so close to your throat but not on it, his fixation with marking your neck with hickeys, the way his grasp tightens on your arms or legs

he's got pretty huge hands, with thick calloused fingers and veins running up the back

so the mental image of it wrapped around your pretty little neck, your eyes brimming with tears as you grow more and more lightheaded - it's disgustingly arousing to ryuji, and unbeknownst to him, you as well

one night he's fucking you in missionary, your body folded like a pretzel just the way he likes it

he's holding you down with his hand splayed on your chest so his thrusts don't shift you too far up the bed when you decide that you really need that hand on your throat instead

his eyes flash with hunger as you weakly grab at his wrist, moving his hand up to your neck

the pace of his hips stutter, a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest as you guide his fingers to wrap around your throat

"oh, you dirty fuckin' whore," he laughs, his grip tightening and his fingers pressing right into those veins on the side of your throat that make you lightheaded

the pump of his cock into you gets rougher, his cock bullying into your walls hard enough to bruise as he holds you down by your neck

the sight of your eyes growing glassy as with his hand wrapped around your neck makes his cock throb inside of your slick walls, letting out an amused chuckle

"yeah, that's it - ya fuckin' like this? like getting fucked while i'm chokin' ya?"

from that point on, he makes a point to keep his palm firmly wrapped around your throat during sex, even if he doesn't squeeze

bonus points if you're able to withstand it long enough that his fingers leave bruises or red marks on your skin - his ego will be so huge that it'll take weeks for him to come back to his regularly inflated ego

[faeriichaii]

Hello! May I request Aragorn realising his feelings towards reader who is cold and distant and regal, and how he would try to get to know them better? Preferably male reader, but gender-neutral is fine, too. If you don’t write for either, then I’m sorry to ask. I only want you to write what you’re comfortable with. Thank you for your time.

Worthy Enough ~ Aragorn x GN!Reader

A/N: Omg I am finally back!! I'm so sorry that it took me soooo long to work on this request but work completely took over my life and I basically had no free time whatsoever- But now I have a lil vacation so I will try to work on most of my requests and push through them haha. I also am quite surprised cause this was sooooo hard for me to write (probably also cause I took a break from writing and all rip) But I still hope you like it! And lmk if you do (and lmk if you don't haha)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: tbh idk? ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 912 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ Summary: Aragorn slowly begins to understand you and tries to find out even more about you

Not even a wince left your lips as Aragorn put the green balm on top of a stab wound you received during the last battle you encountered. The only sign to let him know that the concoction stung upon your skin was the twitch of your eyebrow. Aragorn has known you for a while now. The two of you traveling far and wide until Frodo and his friends stumbled upon you. Since then, you have been wandering the lands with the purpose of destroying the ring. “How come you let the arrow struck you? Normally you are more careful than that.” Your eyes were focused on the ground, thinking about how this arrow wasn’t even meant for you.

“I guess my mind was occupied by the Orc in front of me.” Aragorn nodded at your answer. He knew that it was a lie. Normally you could handle up to three of them simultaneously, without getting your own blood spilled. So, it was a real surprise to him as he spotted you, hand on your shoulder and a slightly pain filled grimace gracing your face. Taking the gauze, he carefully wrapped the wound, making sure that it wasn’t to lose and neither too tight. A slight grunt left your lips, as you tried to rotate your arm. “Make sure to change the gauze at least twice a day.” Aragorn said, before leaving your side and joining the others for some dinner.

His thoughts were occupied by you. He knows that you tend to keep to yourself and rarely join in when it comes to conversations. This doesn’t make you less liked by the company. Quite the opposite. Sometimes Frodo takes a little stroll with you, just so he could talk to you and have you listen to his burdens or any thoughts on his mind. Legolas also quite enjoys gathering herbs with you. You’re so calm and collected, that it really helps him focus on his surroundings and get in touch easier with nature. Aragorn also can’t deny that you are his favourite partner, when it comes to keeping watch during the night. Especially as he remembers the talk of a few weeks ago.

Both of you were watching the flames dance, while keeping your ears strained for any unfamiliar noise that might signal an approaching enemy. Your sword was leaning on the log you were sitting on. “How come you let me join you?” Your voice cut through the silence, making Aragorn turn his attention from the fire to you. “What do you mean?” “You could have declined my offer when I asked you if I could accompany you. But you didn’t. Why?” He thought about your words carefully. He had declined any other offer he received of company. Of friends who wanted to join him. Of people who wanted to be by his side. But your offer seemed different to him.

“I think it was the way you asked me. You never really asked me to begin with. You joined in a brawl I unluckily got myself caught in and helped me. And since then, we have travelled together.” A hum left your lips, as you analysed his answer while watching the flames wrap around the darkness of the night. “I just had this urge to help you. It almost felt like something was calling me to your aid.” Aragorn leaned forward, intrigued in your words. “Back then I was searching for a purpose of my existence. For something I could do with my life. I had no home and neither did I have a family. It has always just been me in this godforsaken world.” A sigh left your lips. You have never opened up to someone, but it felt strangely nice.

“I fought to survive and I fought even harder for people who couldn’t defend themselves. I knew I wanted to protect people. And I knew I wanted to find someone who was in my eyes worthy enough to protect. Someone who I knew would do anything to change the world and form it into a better place.” You looked at Aragorn, a gentle smile on your lips. “I knew that when I saw you fight off these men, which caused ruckus in that tavern, that you were this one person I was meant to travel with.”

Aragorn back then was very surprised to have you open up to him. In all these years prior of you both travelling together, you never initiated any kind of deep talk with him. Especially when it came to your past. Of course, he asked in the beginning, but most times you tried to switch the topic to something else. Which is another reason, as to why he started analysing you and your decisions. He tried to understand you more and see things in your perspective. Which is why he knew exactly how you received the wound from battle.

The hours passed quickly and most of the company already went to bed, except for you and Aragorn, who decided to spend the first watch together. Your hands were behind you, supporting part of your weight while you leaned back and watched the various stars on the night sky. “I know that you lied to me.” Your attention drifted from the lights to Aragorn, who was still sitting on one of the logs by the campfire. Tilting your head, he just gave you a smile before continuing. “Thank you for deeming me worthy enough.”

[atoriv-art]

Heeyyy so sorry if this has been asked before buuuttttt.. What are ur thoughts on the sand siblings?

this made me realize i didnt include their rs in the chart i posted REST ASSURED I LOVE THEM. anyway hehehe :3

a lot of my takes on them are headcanon-based (like even more than the hyugas id say) But i assume thats what people r here for anyway. Sooooo

i really like the suna siblings bc their relationship pre-chunin exams is very, like… dysfunctional, but at the same time stable? temari and kankuro are obviously afraid of their brother, and gaara is deeply unhappy around them, but they've all clearly found a "safe" position to exist in yk?

my read on those positions is that temari actually feels more conflicted about gaara than you would think — she's the oldest and therefore the one most aware of how 'wrong' their family is — but she puts her and kankuro's safety first, therefore she resorts to appeasing gaara and generally staying out of his way. kankuro is more of a show-off and while he is afraid of gaara, it's in a more grounded way, if that makes sense? he taunts him like one might taunt an angry dog, he's afraid of him because of what he can do, vs temari who dreads being around him because she's aware of what gaara carries on his shoulders and Represents

i actually 👉👈 have a suna family-centered fic i've been slowly working on 👉👈 that ive been too shy to mention on main LMAO but since we are on topic here u go [link]. it's yashamaru-focused (my WIFE) but it brushes upon the entire family :3 it'll be slow to update since i've been busy with things but if u don't mind that. i mention it here since i use the extrapolations im mentioning here to write it….

aaaanyway. the kids' relationship with rasa isn't very defined (esp for kankuro and temari) but i interpret their situation as the classic… yk, father lost his soul after the mother died sort of thing. it's a bit cliche but it makes sense LOL while the only kid we know for sure rasa was cruel towards is gaara i don't find it a stretch to expand it towards the other two, even if it wasn't as extreme.

so, with that in mind: my personal interpretation is that temari — in addition to getting the usual heir responsibilities — got put into a caretaker role for kankuro, pushing her towards cynicism and self-preservation above all else (she's also the one most likely to remember their mom, and an early loss like that can push one into hyper-independence), while kankuro was left with a bit less pressure but as a tradeoff grew hungry for acknowledgement, eventually feeding into him becoming a bit of a bully as he gets older. i think he was the one with the most... "normal" relationship with their father, but i wouldn't necessarily say that's a good thing lol

gaara is in a unique position because he was not fully raised by rasa, and his relationship with him is a lot more shallow and extreme as a result. instead gaara ended up being built into who he is almost exclusively through yashamaru's kindness and subsequent betrayal — and this is only accentuated imo by the fact that gaara does not (iirc?) at any point willingly bring up yashamaru. he badmouths his father and blames him for who he is, but the formative moments of gaara's childhood that we see are of him with his uncle. isn't that interesting? to me it reads like that's still a wound so deep he can't even bear to acknowledge it; rasa treats him like a monster so gaara is free to spit poison back at him in return, but gaara did wholeheartedly believe his uncle loved him at a point, and the idea that he did not was so world-shattering that he can't even bring himself to acknowledge his existence

all that being said, gaara as we meet him in the exams treats his siblings like strangers and i can't fully blame him for that; while the compounded traumas of 1. losing their mother and 2. the shift in rasa's disposition, cannot be understated, i think what truly "broke" the siblings' dynamic is the way gaara was likely forced into kankuro and temari's lives after yashamaru died. while they'd certainly met before, there's a world of difference between knowing you have a distant, troubled younger brother vs having that brother violently placed into your home in his most vulnerable state after another familial loss.

(yashamaru's rs with his other niblings is never really touched upon but i do think about it often. he was so close to their mom i doubt they had no relationship at all! but that's. you know. what the fic i mentioned is for.)

it inherently puts the kids into an adversarial position, especially with how rasa doesn't try to argue for gaara's humanity. so gaara, freshly traumatized and distrusting, is met with siblings who are terrified of him and a father who he knows wants him dead. to make things worse, yashamaru (my king.) made sure to crush whatever goodwill gaara still had towards the world before he died, so there's no part of him willing to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. no one has any interest in fixing this situation so this is the dynamic they settle into.

yet! they are still family and there are certainly glimpses of that. one of my favorite moments is temari looking out for gaara for, in our pov, the first time

it's really simple but it always gets an emotion out of me, it's why i think their relationship bothered her the most… one of my biggest gripes with the suna siblings is honestly that we just don't get a lot of them after a point! i would have loved to see them getting closer after gaara takes the first step in closing the distance.

kazekage retrieval arc is easily one of my favorite arcs in naruto it's soooo sweet to see kankuro and temari fighting so so hard for their baby :( i really like the quiet moments where you can tell there's still a lot of guilt over how things were, i wish we got to sit with it a little more because part of the reason i like their bond so much is because of those moments of doubt, you know? i think it's far more powerful for gaara to wonder if he's been fully forgiven, for temari to grapple with the guilt of not having been a good sister to him, than for them to easily slip into a healthy and stable dynamic as a trio.

how do they feel about their father? their mother? how do they feel about their uncle? they are three different people with similar but not identical experiences with all of them, and it makes you wonder how they might navigate unpacking all of that while not jeopardizing their fledgling bond. for example i'm personally a huge fan of gaara coming to view his uncle in an imperfect but ultimately empathetic light, while his siblings see little reason to extend him so much grace.

their personalities in shippuden make a lot of sense to me taking their upbringings into account too; kankuro and temari are predominantly rasa's children, and therefore have rougher edges and are way more averse to earnest displays of affection. gaara meanwhile had yashamaru's influence in his formative years; he knows how to articulate his emotions and acknowledges the importance of sincerity and kindness. i dunno if this was intentional but i think it's a neat detail!

soo much of the suna family follows this pattern of love breeding resentment (rasa's love towards karura breeding resentment against gaara, yashamaru's love towards karura breeding resentment against gaara and rasa, gaara's love towards his uncle being twisted into hatred against the world, the siblings' love for each other being corrupted then saved) it's sooo. chef's kiss. again my only complaint is that we don't see more of them. literally who cares about konoha i want to be in suna forever

[starlightwoofwoof]

Do you have any other akumatized villain/victim designs for the smxmlb au?

Y E S I D O A C T U A L L Y -

honestly one of the main reasons I made this AU lol

soooooo I made edits of them cause I didn’t really feel like drawing them (except for Sweetener, I kinda had to draw him) but ye- HERE WE GO THIS MIGHT BE LONG BECAUSE I WANNA EXPLAIN A LOT OF THINGS ABOUT THEM

okay, first of all, of course I did the main characters, ✨ these little sh!ts ✨

These are Scratch and Punk, The Spooky Kids

okie so I think I might do a list of things for these guys lol

Reason for Akumatization : okay I have two ideas, we can go the goofy route and make them fight over a piece of Halloween candy from, like, 5 years ago- (or we can go the darker/more serious route and make it have to do something with like what happened in SM6)

Corrupted Item : That piece of candy- (or something else for the other route, not sure)

Fun Facts :

They got akumatized together

You might think they’re still in costumes, BUT NO THEY’RE R E A L

Their powers are making people do the Spooky Dance and celebrate Spooky Month .. FOR E T E R N I T Y

okay, next up, we have THE HAT BOYS ‼️‼️‼️

Rage, Regret and Rejoice (there’s no yellow lol), The Emotiongang

Reason for Akumatization : The trio were having a sleepover, until Ross and Roy had a fight about .. actually I haven’t really thought about it, probably something about Roy’s parents- (Robert didn’t even realize the situation until it was too late)

Corrupted Item : Ross’s beanie (idk why his specifically but ye-)

Fun Facts :

They also all got akumatized together

yes they’re inspired by those theatre masks-

Regret and Rejoice’s mouths on their masks can’t move, although, Rage’s can

honestly, I’m not even sure if I can call Rejoice a villain, he’s just happy to be here- (no thoughts, head empty)

They can produce auras from themselves of their respected emotions, making people around them feel the emotions they’re producing (Regret and Rage don’t like Rejoice’s powers since they mess up with their negative emotions, and evil plans-)

Next, we have the villain which I showed in the introduction post, K e v i n

The Sweetener

Reason for Akumatization : probably something Kevin-usual, him being angry about his job

Corrupted Item : His work hat

Fun Facts :

His powers are kinda scary- he has a bunch of candy, obviously, but they’re not normal candy. As soon as you eat one of his candies, you slowly turn into one of his candy minions and follow him wherever he goes, like some kind of zombie (whatever that means-)

I’m not sure what he is honestly, like obviously he’s a candy monstrosity, but idk if that’s gum, some weird form of cotton candy or even ice cream-

He is a BIIIIIIIIIGGGGGG BOI

He can speak, but he usually just roars, growls and groans most of the time

I kinda wanted to name him ‘The Candyman’ but I thought that was too basic sooooo The Sweetener was my next best idea-

And finally, the last one (for now-), we have Rad :D

The Glitch

Reason for Akumatization : .. I have no clue to be honest, Radford is such a happy guy, but ye-

Corrupted Item : His funky 3D glasses

Fun Facts :

His powers are being able to go in and out of screens (kinda like Prime Queen) and I like to think he can also possess people, like a ghost-

He is still a pretty happy guy, just more like the insane kind of happy-

man all I can think about is the Sonic Adventure 2 Dub (Hero Story) video where Eggman kept calling himself The Glitch- (watch me make a funny animatic thing soon lol)

OKAY THAT’S ALL OF THEM- (obviously I really want to make more, I just haven’t had many ideas, BUT MAN I WANNA MAKE AN AKUMA! STREBER SO BADLY- I know I can just make him vampire themed but still, I wanna make him more than that for some reason-)

Feel free to ask (or suggest, especially with Glitch’s backstory-) anything about them okie see you lateeeeeerrrrrrrr :3

[dailyryomeko]

The biggest reason why I love Ryomeko (Ryota x Yumeko) with all my heart is the genuine respect between them! ♡

From the beginning we can see that there is mutual respect between them, even when Saotome forced Ryota to help her cheat, Yumeko saw how honest and polite he was and gave him the money he needed to pay off his debts.

Another important point that I like about them is that even though there is mutual respect and trust on both sides, Ryota still has difficulty feeling good enough to be on the same level as Yumeko, almost as if he were still a "fido" who should obey the "humans."

As the chapters go on, it's great to see Yumeko encouraging him, including him and reinforcing that they are equal and on the same level, that he is not someone inferior because of his insecurities and weaknesses. And in pure genuine gratitude, Ryota does the best he can to see her happy and satisfied, always hoping that Yumeko gets what she thinks is best for her.

Their dynamic is honest, respectful, simple and complex at the same time, that's what makes me like them so much. They don't have a forced or exaggerated dynamic, so far they're going in the right direction and I really love that ;)

If you ignore Yumeko's gambling addiction they're almost like a normal but cute ship. I hope Homura has plans for them in the future, because they're amazing together!

It's really a shame that most people who like Kakegurui are so ignorant about them for literally no reason!! When you question why they are so ignorant about this ship they never give a reason, they just make empty and meaningless insults, comparing them to other characters who are totally different.

Anyway, these are the reasons why I love them sooooo much, I could talk about them for hours but unfortunately I have never met someone who speaks my native language who loves them as much as I do :')

I hope I explained it well since I am not good with english, I also hope they will not be so hated and underestimated in the future! ♡

‼️: (Btw, remember that when you don't like something you are completely free to block/mute, don't be rude to people you don't even know for such futile reasons)

[futurama]

OK so finally after however long it's been I'm doing this sorry lol!!

I love characters like lil Hal So much. the ones that get discarded/neglected. something about that loneliness is so fun to explore, especially in Hal's case. the horror n despair of being a normal person and then one day waking up in what equates to a sensory deprivation tank with nothing else to do but talk to your lifelong friends who suddenly don't even view you as a person with thoughts and feelings anymore, but more as an obstacle or plaything. it's so fucked and it's Sooooo good. I honestly don't know how he kept it together while enduring all of that.

During my first read through of homestuck I had to pause just so I could go on a rant when dirk called him something along the lines of a shitty experiment that turned into a monster. Like, dude.. he's not a monster, he's YOU. (moot point because those two things are synonymous to dirk lmao). but for real... he's you, from when you were 13!! of course he's going to be irritating and fuck things up, especially when being irritating and fucking things up is all he has to do. I know it's because of dirks' self loathing that he treats Hal the way he does, he's basically a walking, so to peak (lol), reminder of everything he hates about himself, and a guilt-free target for dirk to take all of his shit out on, because it's not like hal can actually feel anything, right? (and if he Could, would it even make a difference?) oughhhh. but, I honestly can't entirely blame dirk for feeling the way he did about Hal because I don't know if the average person could stand having their 13 y/o self around for very long.

This is where things start getting fuzzy for me about Hal, I can't remember many specifics on the conversations he had with everyone, but I vaguely recall Hal just kinda.. not really fighting back against his situation for the most part?(aside from insisting on getting a body so he could gtfo and do something else) like, he knew how everyone felt about him, he Definitely knew that dirk hated him, but he never seemed to be mad about it, never seemed to be mad about his situation, or at least he didn't show it. I was kind of surprised he didn't go the whole Evil Robot trope route, because he'd have been totally justified in doing that. If anything, he probably felt like he must've deserved it in some way (he's still dirk after all), and I think that on top of still genuinely caring for his friends (Sob) is probably what kept him from flipping his lid. I could definitely be misremembering things though. I can't remember if dirk always hated himself or if that kinda developed as the comic went on. Maybe Hal was just a chill guy who didn't GAF lawl.

most of what I've said here just feels like conjecture based entirely on fuzzy recollections, I didn't do any research for this.... I definitely need to reread HS!!!! anyways LIL HAL!!! Love him. I feel so bad for him and deserved way better than what he ended up with. I was so hyped when I thought he finally gonna get a body, and then my blood drained from my face when I saw that shitass sprite silhouette in the back of the panel. well, at least he was happy..... :(

no no its ok… yes. yes ive been waiting for this. thank you for getting back to me with your thoughts on lil hals character, i always think its nice to sit down and reflect on your favorites every now and again lest we lose sight of what makes them important in our own eyes ^_^ its also been an eensy weensy handful of years since ive last reread homestuck so i totally get it. im sure id have a lot more to say about hal and dirks relationship if it were fresh in my brains but im running on memory and nostalgia at the time being… oh well!

ive for sure been drawn to hal since being introduced to him all those years ago, but i think a lot of people are typically drawn to the doppelganger of our favorite guys as theyre born unto us with an inferiority complex! theres nothing better than loving and maybe even idolizing a character and then finding out they have a lame, pitiful copy living in their shadow. enticing and relatable. now that i type it out its fun to think that there are plenty of homestuck characters with that specific sort of complex but ESPECIALLY the striders. hal and davesprite are copies of guys who are copies of guys (who are copies of guys…) they really have the worst of it i think!

i dont believe dirk is a monster though, i think that he just has a lot of stuff that is very hard for him to work out on his own though he only wants to do it on his own. i just dont think he trusts anyone else to help fix the gripes he has with himself but in turn isolates himself from that potential comfort and connection that is shared with talking to other humans. i think having hal, a reminder not only of his own existence but his past existence sitting on his face at all times was a really bad idea. in hindsight. i wish i could have told him not to do that, but at the same time its really fun to see him get really mad *blushes*

me personally i read the rooftop conversation between dirk and hal as dirk coming to terms with the fact that he does not actually want to kill himself and is ok with moving on from the person he used to be in turn allowing hal to grow as his own character and move on from the perma presence of his better self, or at least that would have been the case if he weren't thrown into a sprite with equius and left to be a nothing character alongside davepetasprite <--PERSONAL OPINION

anyway its fun to type about hal and co with you :) its always a treat to draw him even though i dont fuck with homestuck anymore but thats because ive adopted him as my son and roommate and brother and pet. i love drawing him and always will

[aihoshiino]

Professor of Hoshino Aiology, I need thy wisdom since you understand Ai so well, what do you think Ai would act like if she were to be in a relationship? Her likes, dislikes, what she might like to do with her partner during free time, do you think she'd ever be jealous over something etc

every time you guys address me as professor of aiology i get the most vivid mental image of myself at a pepe silvia board. i need to get art of that.

BUT.... WELL GOSH ANON SINCE YOU'VE TWISTED MY ARM… [<- trying to act like they aren't basically wagging their tail at the prospect of rambling about this]

I've rambled a lot before about what I like in Ai ships in particular, but I think in any scenario, romance with Ai is necessarily founded on deep, bone-marrow-deep trust - she has so, so much to lose on just about every level that romance is a massive risk for her. So I think any romantic relationship is, by necessity, the result of friendship (or just extremely palpable mutual pining lol) and trust developing into deep, deep love. Because of this, I think she's not really the jealous type…? Not only because she has to be 100000% secure before being in a relationship to begin with, but because she's just so resigned to abandonment and being left behind by people who should love her.

Once she's actually IN a relationship tho, I think she really blossoms - just as she does with Saitou and Miyako, two people she clearly has a pretty secure relationship with. She looooves banter and teasing… she has a really cute and cheeky sense of humor and she likes to affectionately and playfully bully the people she likes, so someone being able to give as good as they get and banter with her is one of her favourite things… but she also enjoys when she can get under someone's skin and get a good reaction out of them. She's so annoying. <3

For other things she likes… I think she likes height/size differences, which is good because she's so tiny and petite they're built in whether she likes it or not LOL. She's also pretty aware of people's hands just because of all the handshake sessions she does - she's also suuuuper touchy and cuddly because she's so starved for like, genuine meaningful touch and intimacy. So things like someone gently setting a hand on her back or taking her hand make her go so so sooooo soft.

Her dislikes, she kind of talks about in 45510: she doesn't like people who nitpick or get hung up on or overreact to her mistakes. Ai herself isn't really the type who gets super hung up on small details, so someone who's really particular and high maintenance would be difficult for her to vibe with. People who don't emote super well (and are thus harder for her to read), too… I also think she really, really can't handle people who have a temper and get riled up easily just because of her own experiences growing up as an abuse victim. When people get mad at/around her, she tends to lock up and go really hard on People Pleasing Fawning Mode as a kneejerk survival reaction.

UM THAT GOT GLOOMY… so on a lighter note… couple activities…!!!!

I definitely think Ai is the type who values just being able to spend time with her SO chatting about everything and nothing… she's the kind of girlfriend who is legitimately on cloud nine just sitting with the person she loves and listening to them infodump about something LOL. I think she also really likes… hm, how to put this… typical 'couple'-y date activities? I guess? So much of her life is about being denied normalcy so I think there's something really special for her about getting to be a 'normal girl' enjoying normal, mundane happiness with a person she loves, even if it's just something simple and silly like going to a theme park together or checking out a restaurant they both think looks good.

[slycopersicum-in-disguise]

ABC: Sooooo.... Tim. Timothy. The Timster.

TIM: Yep?

ABC: What the fuck?

TIM: Ah, this is about yesterday's episode. Now hear me out, this story is going to go somewhere really interesting.

ABC: Eddie is going to hit rock bottom and finally let go of his misremembered idealised version of his marriage to Shannon, allowing him to finally move on to a healthy real relationship some day?

TIM: Oh you figured that out, huh.

ABC: As plot twists go it's not exactly at the level of "The Usual Suspects", Tim. It's barely "Peppa Pig Visits The Park". Wow, she ends up at the park, big shock. It's not Eddie's destination we're concerned about, it's the starting point.

TIM: The cheating thing?

ABC: Yes of course it's the cheating thing! Why did you think a misogynistic plotline wouldn't risk losing us a fuck load of viewers?

TIM: Hey! I am not misogynistic! I write empowered stories for strong female characters all the time!

ABC: Do you... do you genuinely think that just because you intend to write diverse stories, that means you are somehow the only person in the world free of cultural baggage? Oh my God, you do. This is worse than I thought.

TIM: I genuinely have no idea what you are talking about right now. Eddie's cheating story is not misogynistic, how could anyone see it that way? This is about Eddie's pain and Eddie's journey, it's not even about the women.

ABC: ....

TIM: Okay, I hear how that sounded...

ABC: Tim, a depressing proportion of the planet, and therefore of our audience, are women who's shitty ex-boyfriends have explained to her that he only cheated because he was going through a really hard time, and can't she see how painful this whole experience is for him? And those women are not going to like the story of two very nice lady characters being fucked around by a guy who's being an asshole, and then the nice lady characters disappearing because they are no longer useful to the plot, and then the story focusing on how sad fucking over those ladies made the man. And then the man having a better life as a consequence of fucking over those ladies. They will not like it one bit, Tim. And they won't write angry social media messages. They will just change the channel, like normal people, and watch one of the five thousand other procedurals that doesn't remind them of their shitty ex. And then, and I can't emphasise this enough Tim, they won't see our subtle product placement moments. That's bad, Tim. That's very bad.

TIM: That's.... that's not going to happen. Everyone is going to love this plot by the end of the season! Ryan agrees with me!

ABC: Ryan agreed with you that Eddie has a secret muscle car hidden somewhere. He is not the voice of wisdom that you think he is.

RYAN: Hi guys! Are we talking season 8? What if Eddie is secret painter?

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

TAG-LIST: @lxkeee @moonieper @sle3pyh3ad2 @gomib0 @mixplara @ica1

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[amitchizia]

Talkin about the current shift in Smosh main

Sooooo I'm really thinking about this now because there is some implication in the newest LWS that they were kind of trying to "manipulate" their audience to get memberships off the ground or whatever. Let me just say right now that I am still a fan of Smosh and I'll still watch their content, I'm still a member. But every time they make a major shift like this, they always handle it sooooo poorly imo.

I mean, the way they handled the pivot from unscripted to sketches was so messy. I bet if they just communicated from the beginning that those videos were too costly with not enough return and the main channel was in a really desperate place, there wouldn't have been as much of a divide in the fandom after the buyback. Instead, they implied that unscripted ended because Anthony was coming back, and that caused a whole argument. Tbh that's probably the root of the current problems in the fandom lol

And someone else pointed out that they kind of put down a previous era to hype up the current era. Yeah lol. There's probably some genuine feeling behind that -- I'm sure the cast are very excited about what they're doing, and each "era" of Smosh does have its pros and cons (for example, under Mythical they were free to do whatever they wanted compared to DEFY, but there might have been struggles with the main channel's voice and the brand wasn't as popular as it used to be). But it doesn't really help this situation.

What's happening now isn't super clear to me -- did they actually want to make the sketches or not? Either way, their communication with their audience hasn't been great. The way I see it, when you make content on YouTube, part of the career is seeming transparent to your audience and being genuine where it counts (even if you're a company). It's kind of ironic that they're highlighting unscripted content more due to the demand for a genuine approach to online media in modern years, but this is how they communicate with their audience lol

I can understand if they didn't want to blow things up by announcing that the sketches were over before Bit City came out, because that might have hurt the premiere. But I do think there's always a way to announce the news in a way that won't make people THAT upset. The way they've done it just comes across as kinda sneaky and I guess it doesn't feel like there's "closure".

One of the other fandoms I've been in was a kids' MMO fandom and when it was about to shut down, they released an article for parents called "When Your Child's Favorite Media Goes Away". Since I was reminded of that earlier, it got me thinking about how that game handled its closure really well and kind of walked the audience through that last month, whereas with other kids' MMOs I kind of got the vibe that they just announced the shutdown, put up the FAQs page, and then pretended like everything was normal for the most part.

I know this was a game for literal children, but I still think it really shows how handling the end of a service with care can actually minimize fan backlash against the company. From a practical standpoint. Smosh makes changes so abruptly that it can come across as "uncaring" to their audience and it's also just so annoying lol. Like, there HAS to be a better way to go about this!

[arbitrarykiwi]

Hello! My name is Kiwi and this is a new blog that I created just to post my silly thinks!

First things first: This Blog is 18+ MDNI

Any minor found interacting with this blog will be blocked

💕💕Find my masterlist HERE💕💕

I’ve been on tumblr as a reader for a long while, through high school and into college - and now that I got a wee degree and have more time have finally decided to make a blog to write on!!

I love the community that has grown on this app and am always open to chat! I plan to write fanfic and just share my thinks of various things.

I do work the graveyard shift so my posting schedule is sporadic and normally not at ‘prime’ hours but I will keep yall fed I promise 🙏

Some fun facts about me: work at a morgue, I collect pokémon cards, I love to paint and draw, and have 2 children (my cat n my gecko).

I’ll be posting all x reader fics! As for the particular characters / shows I write for you can find them below!!

I also take requests! If you wish to request something please read!

There will be things that I will NAWT write for, I have the right to deny a request. ((No kink shaming here but personally cannot write them))

Some things I will not write: character x OC, scat, stepcest, incest, abuse

I’m open to a lot of things, if you’re not sure if I’ll write it and it’s not one of those things on the list, shoot me a request and I’ll see what I can do!!

I also do not write for overly specified characteristics. I’d like my writing to be able to connect with a wide variety of people!

Things like personality types are absolutely Okie!! I am also a sucker for character x thick!Reader. So those wide characterizations are absolutely okay and encouraged!

I will write smut, fluff, both of them at the same time etc! I will also be the first to admit I’m not the best at angst. I absolutely will try my best if it’s requested- just know it’s not my strong suit. I love angst into eventual smut or fluff, I’m just so buns at straight angst. I will absolutely try though! Just bare with me 🫶

As for pairings: I will write female/male and wlw!!

Styles I will write for vary from drabbles, bulleted list style fics, and full on fics- if you have a style in mind feel free to request it in the ask!

The more detailed the ask the better! Give me some key terms you wanna see, get a lil silly with it, long requests are always welcomed- I wanna write what you wanna see!

Also feel free to send an ask just to chat!! I love interacting with you all!!

I am constantly getting into new fandoms and having new fixations, so feel free to request anything even if it’s not on the list! If I don’t know the character you’re requesting- just means I got a new show to watch!! :D

Squid games

Fallout (series and games)

Lee Russell (Vice principals)

Mouthwashing

Supernatural

Criminal minds (specifically Spencer Reid, but open to other characters!)

jjk

AHS

COD (ghost and könig but sooooo open to other characters if requested)

Thank you for stopping by and reading my ramblings :D I look forward to my time here!! Feel free to send in any asks, requests, or just stop in to say hi!! - <3 kiwi