#that wasn't me throwing my hands up and going ✨VIBES✨

[inquisimer]

Okay question. Obviously lol.

This post https://www.tumblr.com/inquisimer/761747646075535360

You said in the tags Maric x Rowan x Loghain and I need to know who is who. Pretty sure Loghain is the hunting dog, so Maric the lamb? Maybe?

Please explain your galaxy brain if you feel like it

ehehehe >:] I don't know if I can claim galaxy brain, since you hit at least part of what I was thinking, but thank you for the excuse to ramble a bit about them.

I actually think there are multiple ways Maric/Rowan/Loghain could fit in the herding dog x lamb x wolf dynamic, but the most compelling one to me has Maric as the lamb. He's naive and frightened; he needs to be protected and guarded in order to survive, and he needs to survive, because his survival is a benefit to those that are protecting him - that's basically the plot of the first half of The Stolen Throne, lol.

So then it's a matter of who's the herding dog and who's the wolf, where I 100% agree that Loghain is the herding dog. He is loyal to and beyond a fault. He brings to mind the image of an injured dog, bloody muzzle, and still facing down a wolf to protect the herd, even knowing it will be at the cost of his own life. The herding dog's entire purpose is to keep the lamb safe - and isn't that what Gareth asked of Loghain? Isn't that the root of Maric and Loghain's entire relationship? At the same time (and I'm by no means an expert in animal behavior so I'm just spitballing here lol), there must be situations in which the herding dog has to sacrifice one or two of the lambs in order to save the herd as a whole. And that is the driving core of this trio's relationship: one or more of them was always going to have to give some part of the others up, and Loghain made the decision for the other two that he would be the one to sacrifice.

Which leaves Rowan as the wolf. Admittedly, I don't know if this fits her quite as well as the other two, but I think that might speak more to how well Maric & Loghain fit as lamb & herding dog rather than this necessarily being a poor fit for Rowan. There's a certain inevitability, a "tale as old as time", if you will, between the wolf and the lamb and that echoes in Maric & Rowan's betrothal. The world they were born into determined the nature of their relationship; how they felt about it, how they felt about each other never really mattered. But I think Rowan as the wolf is best seen through the lens of how her relationship with Maric is different than Loghain's. Whereas Loghain is willing to self-destruct for Maric's survival (regardless of what Maric actually thinks about that), Rowan's relationship with Maric is founded on her perception that they will act as equals. Except they won't, not in the beginning, because Maric is too spoiled and used to being coddled. So Rowan, the wolf, is looking at Maric, the lamb, and asking "why are you not acting like a wolf?" and they butt heads over it, and hurt each other because of the disparate expectations.

ANYWAY that's what my tipsy brain was thinking when I tagged that last night - thank you again for the excuse to ramble :3 I am always spinning these three on the mind rotisserie.

(the other configuration I'm pondering, btw, is Maric as the herding dog, Rowan as the lamb, and Loghain as the wolf, but that's for another post)

[thevalkyriesshadow]

✨ just imagine ✨

Az and Gwyn finding themselves in Lunathion

They ended up there because they were experimenting with an interdimensional travel theory they found in the Library (probably something along the lines of holding gwydion and TT crossed and touching the onyx monolith on ramiel or something along those lines)

They tumble out of one of the gates (maybe the heart gate or rose gate) right at the feet of Bryce and Hunt ("Well how the tables have turned" Bryce teases)

Imagine Az and Gwyn figuring out how to work a phone. Az would read the manual while Gwyn pushes random buttons.

Gwyn taking endless pictures of Az and playing with the settings. Az in turn grabbing sneaky photos whenever Gwyn wasn't looking. It becomes a game of who can get the most sneaky photos of the other in a day.

Her favorite subjects are his shadows and hands. His are her freckles and eyes.

Az blushes every time Gwyn whips out her phone and starts snapping pictures, but he's a willing participant nonetheless.

Az and Gwyn spending hours just listening to all types of music. Once they start learning lyrics and replaying their favorites, Gwyn puts on a mini concert, singing and dancing on the bed above Az. (He films every single performance.)

They frequent the clubs just to dance and vibe. The first time they went Gwyn couldn't sit still and pulled a grumbling Az out onto the dance floor. Gwyn is unhinged at the club and let's herself get lost in the music. Az watches on lovingly and growls at any male who tries to approach her and pull her from her trance.

They play video games and are extremely competitive with each other. To the point where Bryce and Hunt wonder if they need to separate them because it gets so violent

Like Gwyn throws pillows, while Az pelts her with whatever snack they have out and both throw empty threats at each other ("I'm going to throw TT in the river""you wouldn't dare""wanna bet?"..."remember that glass pegasus figurine in that shop you wanted for solstice?""azriel dont you dare - its the only gift i want!""then stop blowing me up!!!"*blows him up**az is shocked*"id rather buy my own glass pegasus figurine than let you win"*gwyn wins for the third time in a row*)

Az would be like a mother fretting over their child whenever Gwyn would hop onto her electric scooter, making sure her helmet was secure and that her brakes worked.

They love watching movies and TV shows together. Both of them are usually pretty good at guessing the plots or who did it in a murder mystery.

They excel at trivia game shows.

Gwyn's whole world is changed when she discovers vibrators.

And then Azriel discovers it, by chance ("What is this?" "Oh gods..." "And why does it vibrate?" "Az -" "...wait..."*realization hits him...he sets it gently down on the bedside table**walks away blushing**gwyn dies of embarrassment*)

But then both of their worlds are shook when he watches her use it on herself (consensually - no peeping tom foolery, unless Gwyn asks for that down the line 😉), or she asks him to use it on her 🤤

[esta-elavaris]

20 and 21 for HWFG!

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Ghost's cover of Stay, I will die on this hill, I think about them every time I hear it.

But also notre dame by Paris Paloma reminds me of Sybil in general I get a lot of Sybil feels when I hear it. (I didn't cheat, I chose one for their relationship and one for Sybil individually ✨)

In fact actually I will cheat because The Wolven Storm reminds me of them a bit and I'm having to go through songs to find something for Sybil to eventually sing, and that's a strong contender.

I will eventually clean up my HWFG Spotify playlist and make it as decent as the CTW is rather than just a collection of vibes, but my music taste is kinda all over the place so please do not expect anything exceptional.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other’s honor? Who tends to the other’s wounds?

Oh Boromir would beat the shit out of someone to defend Sybil's honour 0 hesitation. It would be very attractive. And she's a healer, so like, she'd clean him up after no bother. But I also think she'd absolutely throw hands if somebody tried to shit-talk him -- I just think it'd be more surprising, in her case. And Boromir would have to pretend he wasn't completely into it when he has to tend to her knuckles afterwards. He wouldn't keep up the pretense for long. He'd have a decent grasp on the basics of doing that - he's a soldier and he travelled alone for a long time.

Merry and Pippin would place bets on the fight but neither would want to bet against Sybil, as a matter of principle. She'd win. She's fiery.

God, I want to write this now.

Thank you!!

Ask game.

[thefolkyfaery]

Midnight Runway Frankie 💀👻🌜✨🌃

My Midnight Runway Frankie came in the mail on Saturday!! I wasn't actually going to be picking her up from my grandparents for awhile because I had just moved to my girlfriends on Friday, but we had to go out there anyway because my father kinda threatened to throw away my stuff even though he said I could keep it there till August. I know I was just talking about how I probably need to start selling kandi again because I need money, but for clarification I preordered her back in February when things were a little less messy. Also I know I probably don't need to clarify and justify everything I say, but as a neurodivergent trans person not to mention plural system on the internet who shares about these parts of my experience I'm so concerned about being harassed or wrongfully accused of lying because it happens all the time.

Anyway I know a lot of the Monster High fandom didn't love this doll, but I really like her! The design is kinda giving me drag king vibes. I've seen a lot of people say it's cheesy looking and like sure, but I think it's like camp. I'm also really liking this more androgynous look in general, fashion doll brands often avoid androgyny and gender fuckery unfortunately. With that said on the other hand the G3 version of Frankie is actually canonically nonbinary and I like them a lot. I've seen a lot of people complain about this, but I Ironically actually like that G3 Frankie presents more fem or kinda andro fem. One because it's personally relatable and two because I think it's good representation that nonbinary people don't need to look a certain way. With that said I still I would love to see more androgynous fashion dolls, I just don't think G3 Frankie needs to be androgynous. I honestly find it kinda annoying when cis people complain about G3 Frankie not being androgynous, but like cis people have a lot of weird stuff to say about them. I've seen so many people complain about how G3 Frankie introduces themselves with their name and pronouns saying that no one dose that while a lot people especially nonbinary people do indeed do that. Anyway that's super off topic because this is an alumni doll. Long story short I really like this doll, I think her design is pretty cool.

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐉

Pairing: Rick Flag (DCEU) x (female) Reader

Summary: you’re on Task Force X, you’re on a mission with Col. Flag when things go wrong, leading him to take you to a safe house. In that alone time some feelings get revealed, and one thing leads to another…

Warnings: angst, hurt / comfort, wounds / blood, smut, penetrative sex (m+f), slightly rough sex, choking, orgasm denial, Dom!Rick vibes, minors DNI

A/N: my first time writing for Rick!! I’m still not over my Rick Flag phase from watching The Suicide Squad so I needed an outlet, here’s what I came up with, hope you like it! Also this kind of trope has definitely been done before and I in no way take credit for that, this is just my spin on it! Hope you enjoy!!✨🖤🥰

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

Another day, another mission. This time, however, your team was small. Very small. Just you and Colonel Flag in fact. This mission was more about stealth and strategy rather than heading in somewhere guns a-blazing, as was Harley and Boomer's usual tactics. You and Flag were to break into an abandoned enemy facility and attempt to retrieve any data or info they may have left.

Unfortunately once you got there it turned out that said facility was, in fact, not so abandoned after all. You and Flag were pinned down under a desk, the enemies blocking the hallway and the only way out. There were at least five of them, all with loaded guns, whilst the pair of you were fast running out of bullets and of options.

"Shit" you hear Flag curse to himself as he reloads his gun with his last round of bullets. You knew there was no way you were getting out of this with your guns alone, you needed something else.

"Hey Flag!" you hear one of the men shout. "Tell Waller we're coming for her. We'll kill her and her little band of freaks, starting the pretty one you've brought with you here. There's more where this came from" you hear the man laugh. Shit. They knew who were. And who you were working for, even if it was technically against your will.

You look over to Flag whose face is the perfect picture of rage. You needed to get out of here, time was running out.

An idea strikes you suddenly. It's risky, but would likely give you the break you need to get you and Flag out of here. You knew he wasn't going to like your plan so you decided to just run with it and get it done quickly before he has the opportunity to stop you.

You reach for Flag and grab two grenades from his utility belt. You have just enough time to register the look of confusion and concern before you duck round the desk. You do a quick forward roll to the wall just next to the hallway where the five men were.

"Y/n, what the hell-?" Flag shouts. You don't hear the end of his sentence as you roll forward again, across the hallway gap, throwing the grenades as you go.

Just as you duck into cover behind the opposite wall you feel a sharp pain sting in your shoulder and know you've been hit. Your yelp of pain is cut off as the grenades go off, obliterating the hallway and all five men inside it. You sit stunned, leaning against the wall, your right arm clutching at the wound in your left shoulder. You blink dizzy and confused, the blast from the grenades leaving your ears ringing and your vision blurry.

You see a shape appear in front of you, the blurry outline of a face. You can hear a voice but it sounds distorted and far away. You suddenly feel two hands grab your face, shaking you slightly. You blink several more times and the face in front of you slowly comes into focus. Flag. And it hits you that it's his voice that you can hear, calling your name over and over again. You can see concern and something like anguish plastered on his face.

"Y/n? Y/n? Can your hear me? Hey, hey look at me. Focus on me" he urges you. He sees your eyes start to register the scene, your mind slowly coming back into focus.

"There we go, you can hear me now?" you nod slightly, your face contorting as the movement sends a jolt of pain from your shoulder.

Flag looks down to where your hand is limply holding onto your shoulder, seeing the blood soak through your fingers.

"Fuck" he spits. "Fuck sake y/n." Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as anger spreads across his face again.

He sighs in frustration, grabbing your hand and pushing it harder into the wound, applying more pressure. You yelp in pain again.

"What the hell were you thinking? That was a stupidly risky move" he growls.

"I was thinking it was our only option" you say defiantly.

"It was stupid" he repeats harshly.

"It was pretty much guaranteed we'd die if we did nothing. What I did at least gave us a chance!" You scoff incredulously.

"You shouldn't have done it regardless. I would've come up with something. It's my job. It's my job to protect you. I have to protect you. I can't- I can't imagine..." he rambles quickly, the words seeming to spill out of him almost involuntarily. He ends his ramble with a deep sigh, as if stopping himself from saying anything more.

You're about to prod him, ask what exactly he was going to say when he cuts you off. "Keep pressure on that" he nods towards your bullet wound. Flag rips the hem of his shirt, tearing off a strip which he then wraps tightly around your shoulder in an effort to slow the bleeding. You inhale sharply as he pulls the knot tight.

"That will have to do for now, we need to get out of here before any reinforcements arrive" he huffs. Clearly his anger at you wasn't going to dissipate any time soon. You decided at this point it was probably best to just keep quiet and do as instructed. He was right, you did need to get out of here. You can argue about what you did later. You nod in agreement.

"Can you stand? You're alright to move?" the sudden tenderness in the question takes you by surprise.

"Yeah I think so."

Flag places an arm under your armpit, the arm that did not have a bullet hole in it, and helps lift you to your feet. You grunt in pain as you do so.

"You good?" he checks again, his hands just barely touching the sides of your waist, just making sure you were okay to stand by yourself. You swallow the butterflies blooming in your stomach from his touch. You nod again.

"Yeah, let's just get out of here" you reply. He nods affirmative before heading towards the hallway, making sure you were tucked in close behind him. He grabs one of the guns from the enemy men on the way, taking his military stance, both hands on gun, carefully peaking around each corner before continuing.

You eventually make it out of the facility with no problems. It seems if they did have reinforcements coming they were taking their sweet time. Flag finds a random parked car and jimmies the lock open. You slide into the passenger seat as he hotwires the engine. Within the next minute Flag is speeding down the road, getting you both as far away from the facility as possible.

You didn't even realise you'd fallen asleep until you suddenly blink your eyes open and it's pitch black outside. You can just make out that you're driving down an empty road, completely surrounded by forest on either side.

"Yes ma'am. *pause* I don't think it's a good idea for us to head back to base just yet. *pause* Yes I'm taking her to Safe House J. *pause* Yes of course. I will keep you updated ma'am" you hear Flag talking quietly on the phone.

"Safe House J?" you ask once he's hung up.

"I thought you were still asleep. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" he responds. You shake your head slightly. "Yeah I'm taking you to Safe House J, it was the closest to our location. We're almost there actually, ETA 20 minutes." You nod again. You try to cover the sharp intake of breath as you feel the pain shoot through your shoulder again. Of course your sound does not escape Flag.

"How you feeling?" he asks.

"I don't know" you answer honestly. "It hurts, but mostly I just feel dizzy and weak."

"You've lost a lot of blood" he sighs and you can hear the genuine concern and frustration in his voice. "Just hold on, we're almost there. We're almost there." You're not sure if he's trying to comfort you or himself.

You start to feel consciousness slip from your grasp again, the world beginning to go blurry as sleep beckons you.

"You'll be okay. You have to be okay" you think you hear Flag mumble to himself. "I won't lose you, I can't lose you..." the whispers swim around your head and you can't tell what's real and what's not. Then suddenly everything is black and silent.

Your eyes start to open, taking a second to adjust to your dark surroundings. You blink a few times before you realise you're staring at an old wooden ceiling. You can feel that you're lying on a bed. You move to sit up when a wave of pain rolls through your shoulder.

"Shit" you whisper to yourself as you finally manage to pull yourself into a seated position, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Looking over at your shoulder you see that it's been cleaned and wrapped up properly in bandages. It hurt like a bitch but it felt better then before, and so did your head. Slightly.

"You okay?" you hear a quiet voice speak. You look up to see Flag squatting whilst he tended to the fireplace in front of the bed. His gaze is trained so intensely on the fire, as if he was actively trying not to look over at you.

"Yeah I think so" you answer. Flag stands up and nods curtly but doesn't turn around, he simply remains with his back to you, staring into the fire. You notice he's changed into a tight black tee and tac pants. You can see the tension sitting in his shoulders through the thin material of his shirt, his balled fists, a rage that's barely contained. You feel suddenly awkward, a strange tension simmering in the air.

You clear your throat quietly. "Uh, so where exactly are we?" you venture, trying to break some of this palpable tension.

"Safe House J" Flag answers bluntly.

"Okay... And where exactly is that?"

"It's need to know and you don't need to know. All you do need to know is that we'll be safe here until the rest of those guys can tracked down and dealt with" his voice is as sharp as a knife.

"So like how long exactly do you think we'll be here then?" you push your luck by questioning him further but you simply couldn't stand the deafening silence that was eating away at the room.

"I don't know!" His voice raising slightly as he answers. The sudden small outburst makes you jump slightly. "It'll probably be longer now you've specifically pissed them off" you hear him grumble under his breath.

"What? So this is my fault?" you ask almost outraged. He still refuses to look at you. You scoff loudly in disbelief.

"Those men were after us anyway. All I did was provide a way out. They were gonna kill us! What else was I supposed to do?" You rant at him.

"You should've let me handle it" he states simply. Oh now you could feel yourself boiling into a rage.

"Oh yeah? And what would you have done differently Flag? Huh? How would you have gotten us out of there? I guarantee it doesn't even matter, they were clearly going to hunt us down regardless!!"

He continues to stand silently, staring intently into the fire. A sigh his only acknowledgment that he's heard you.

"Why are you so mad about this?!" You shout now, severely pissed off that he's somehow trying to pin all this on your actions. "I got us out of there, I gave us the opportunity to escape!" He spins around suddenly, his eyes finally meeting yours. His eyes are afire with rage, and yet glossy with what almost look like tears...

"Yeah you got us out of there" his voice suddenly alarmingly quiet and controlled, like glass that's seconds away from shattering.

"And then almost didn't make it much further than that because you recklessly endangered yourself and ended up getting shot for God's sake!!" his voice raising, breaking, the glass cracking.

You're taken aback slightly by his sudden shift in attitude. The rage was most definitely still there, but it was shadowed by something else, something hidden deeper in his emotions.

"Why do you even care huh? What am I to you other than some perfectly replaceable soldier? You know, Suicide Squad?" You emphasise the last two words. "Isn't that kinda our thing? You're the only one that Waller really cares to see return after missions" you spit, standing up at last, your own anger almost getting the better of you.

"This isn't about Waller" he growls, his gaze shifting to the floor.

"Then what is it about huh? What's really the issue? Honestly I don't see what the big deal is. So what if I die? It's not like I'm really living in that prison anyway."

The look on Flag's face instantly makes you regret your words. He looks somehow livid and heartbroken all at once.

"So what if you die?" he whispers, a slight crack returning to his voice. "So what if you die?" he repeats incredulously.

"Yeah. What do I matter?"

Flag's eyes abruptly lock with yours again, a kind of ferocity shining in them. You swallow, suddenly nervous.

Then he's stepping towards you, grabbing your face in his hands roughly.

"You matter" he breathes harshly. "You matter to me" he growls. You can see the sincerity and seriousness in his eyes. That anger that's just softened by something else.

You don't even have a chance to take in what he's just said before his lips are crashing into yours. His hands hold your face firmly in place as he kisses you roughly, teeth clashing. A surprised moan escapes you and Flag takes the opportunity to open up your mouth with his own, letting his tongue slide against your own. You'd be lying if you said this isn't exactly what you'd been wanting for months now. After constantly being sent on missions together your feelings for Rick had only grown. You knew a relationship between the two of you would be forbidden, and you figured that he, a polished military man, would never be interested in someone like you, and so you had bottled your feelings. No need to set yourself up for disappointment.

And yet now you here were. His lips moulded against yours, his hands cupping your face so tightly as if he's afraid you'll pull away. The kiss is sloppy and messy, a feeling of desperation and urgency conveyed through his lips.

And yet suddenly he does pull back, releasing you completely. You stand looking at each other, both of you breathing rapidly.

"I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry" he pants quietly.

"Shut up Flag" you say just before attaching your lips to his again. He stiffens for a second before finally relaxing and melting into the kiss again, a moan escaping him this time. You reach up with your uninjured arm to hold onto the nape of his neck, tugging gently at the short hair there, your other arm rests gently on his waist. You use this hand to fist his t-shirt, tugging it gently. Rick gets the hint and steps back slightly to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the floor.

For a second you're in awe at his spectacular physique. You instinctively reach your hands outs to run your fingers over his impressive chest and stomach. Your lips meet briefly again before you feel him pull lightly at the hem of your own vest shirt, as if asking for permission. You nod once, signalling to him that it was okay. You break the kiss again as he delicately lifts your shirt up and over your uninjured arm, manoeuvring the material so he could slide it down your injured arm with as little movement as possible. You grimace slightly as the shirt brushes past your wound before being tossed to the floor to join Rick's.

"You okay?" his eyebrows furrow with concern.

"I'm okay" you reassure him leaning up to kiss him again, the both of you moaning as your lips make contact. Rick begins to walk you backwards, towards the bed.

"Are you sure about this?" he breathes just as the back of your legs connect with the edge of the bed, resting his forehead on yours.

"Yes. I want this. I want you, Rick" you emphasise calling him by his first name. To further prove your point you reach your right arm behind you and unhook your bra. Rick looks down at you intently. His fingers trace your skin as he slowly drags each bra strap down your shoulder, extra careful to be gentle on your left side. The moment is so painfully intimate, the only sounds your heavy breathing mixing and the light crackling of the fire. Once the straps are down you let the bra fall to the ground between you. Rick's gaze flickers down to your breasts, his eyes lighting up at the view, the tiniest of smirks tugging at his lips.

His eyes meet yours again and his lips latch onto your own. His arms snake around your body, pulling you tightly against him, your bare chests colliding, his dog tags digging into your skin. Your shoulder throbs with the movement but you don't care anymore. You lift both your arms so they can wrap around his neck, ignoring the pain again, you just wanted to keep him close. The urgency from before returns and you're both suddenly frantic for each other, afraid this moment might somehow slip away from you.

Your tongues find each other again as Rick holds you tightly, lowering you onto the bed. Your mouths never part as he shifts to lie on top of you, his hips slotting against yours, finding a home between your legs. You buck your hips up into his, feeling how hard he is even through the fabric of both your pants. Rick responds by rocking his hips against you, grinding his length against your clothed core, applying just enough pressure to tease you. You can feel the cold of his dog tags against your chest again, only adding to the sensations.

"Rick" you moan into his mouth. You pull sharply at his hair, silently asking for more. He groans in response and shifts his hands down to undo your jeans. You wiggle your hips slightly as he pulls them off your legs, leaving you just in your underwear. Your mouths continue to devour each other as you feel him drag a hand down your body, tantalisingly slow, his fingers gently brushing the skin from your neck all the way down to your hips. As he drags his hand down your body his lips move across your jaw and down to your neck. He nips and pulls at your skin roughly before sucking your skin harshly, ensuring to form a bruise later.

His fingers toy with the hem of your pants, teasing you again. You push your hips again, encouraging him. But he doesn't. Not yet. He just continues to trace the skin on your lower belly, following the waistband of your underwear. Your groan in frustration and deliberately dig your nails into his back. You can feel a small chuckle rumble in his chest.

Then, finally, his hand slips under your waistband. His fingers delve lower and, at last, brush against your clit. You're already wet from the teasing when he was just barely grinding into you. Rick swipes his fingers up and down your slit a few times, gathering the wetness there. Before long his fingers are returning to your clit, circling slowly. You moan again at the contact. Rick lifts his head from your neck to watch you as you squirm under his touch. He watches you intently, observing your reactions as he speeds up his circles, applying just a touch more pressure to your sensitive bud.

The intensity of the day, the adrenaline, the fact that this situation was actually happening, all these thoughts and feelings flow through you as you rock against Rick's hand. You were desperate for relief; after today, you needed it. Your moans begin to get louder and more frequent as Rick's movements push your body into a state of euphoria, your release so close...

And then Rick is pulling his hand away from you, leaving you rocking against nothing, your climax retreating. You moan in frustration, looking at him incredulously. You're about to complain when he cuts you off.

"Uh no. You don't deserve to cum just yet. Not after the shit you pulled today" Rick glowers down at you. Okay so despite all this it appeared he was still pretty mad at you.

Rick is then climbing off you, moving to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed. You push yourself up on your elbows to look at him, unsure what exactly he was up to.

"Take off your underwear" he commands in a low tone. You stare at him blankly.

"I said" he grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed. "Take off your underwear" he emphasises and enunciates each individual word. He keeps his eyes trained on yours as you reach to slowly work your underwear down your legs before throwing them to the floor. You're leaning back on your elbows again but you have you knees touching so you're not completely exposed to him just yet.

He just barely gives you a nod of approval, that tiniest of smirks returning. He keeps his eyes on you again as he unbuttons his tac pants, shacking them off. He's then pulling of his own underwear, freeing his aching cock. You eyes flick quickly to his cock, it's just as spectacular as his broad chest and torso.

He takes a step forward so he is right at the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles again, this time to force your legs open, situating himself between them. He looks down at your aching cunt for a second. Rick surprises you by suddenly spitting right onto your waiting pussy. He takes the head of his cock and uses it to spread his spit up and down your folds. He does this for only a few seconds before he's pushing inside you.

Rick gives you no time to prepare for his impressive length as he thrusts inside you right to the hilt. You gasp in shock, a slight sharp pain ringing through your cunt. He pulls almost all the way out again, this time moving slowly, before slamming right back into you again. He quickly sets a ruthless pace, fucking himself harshly into you. It hurts slightly at first, nothing in comparison to the way your shoulder is crying out as you're pounded into the mattress. It doesn't take long, however, for the pain in your cunt to turn to pleasure. The same could not be said for your shoulder, unfortunately. But again, right now, you just didn't care, your focus solely remaining on Rick Flag fucking you mercilessly. He slides his hand down one of your legs, grabbing at your thigh, hoisting your leg up until it was flush against his chest. He leans forward slightly, pushing against your leg and reaching a whole new angle inside you. He was impossibly deep, his cock meeting the most sensitive spot inside you with almost every thrust.

His grunts and breathing get louder as he continues to fuck you hard. Your body is trembling in response, your thighs shaking already, your moans jolting with each slam of his cock inside you.

"Don't ever do something reckless like that again" he suddenly commands, ruthlessly pounding into you. You're barely able to acknowledge his words as your head spins from combined sensations of pain and pleasure.

"Hey" he growls, gripping your jaw in his other hand, his fingers pushing roughly into your cheek. He forces you to look at him. "I said, don't ever do something like that again" he almost shouts in your face, that rage returning to his features.

You just about manage a nod, his grip on your jaw like a vice. He returns an affirmative nod, his face softening the slightest bit before his crushes his lips to yours again in a bruising kiss, still keeping you firmly in place with his hand on your jaw. You moan loudly into the kiss, your orgasm fast approaching. The kiss turns sloppy and uncoordinated as you both feel the pleasure start to take over your bodies.

Knowing that you’re close Rick moves his hand from your jaw to your throat and squeezes gently, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh fuck" you barely choke out as Rick applies just a bit more pressure around your neck. He's pounding into you so hard you're sure he's actually going to split you in two. You drag your hands down his broad back, leaving angry red scratches in your wake.

Your strangled moans just top the sound of your bodies slapping together. Rick can feel how close you are, your cunt starting to tighten around his cock. He shows no mercy, continuing his relentless pace as you're about to tip over the edge and your climax seconds away. Just as you're about to cum Rick releases your neck, allowing the oxygen to flow properly through you again. This added relief timed perfectly with your orgasm has you seeing stars, your vision blurring for a second as your pussy clenches repeatedly around Rick.

"Oh fuck. Yes" you hear Rick groan quietly into your ear as you cum, your clenching pussy causing his relentless pace to falter. His pace becomes sloppy and stuttered, only a few more thrusts before he's stilling and finishing inside you. He collapses forwards as he does so, his huge frame towering over you. He keeps you in place as you both revel in your highs, attempting to regain control of your breath.

After only a couple of seconds Rick pulls of you and walks off to the bathroom. You feel oddly hurt by his abrupt departure, your heart sinking slightly.

Your spirits lift again though when he returns momentarily with a damp cloth in hand which he silently hands over to you. You take it and begin to clean yourself off whilst he searches the floor before pulling his boxers back on. Rick pads back over to you giving you your underwear and his black shirt to put on. You hand him back the cloth and he runs it back to the bathroom again as you pull on your underwear and his shirt, your shoulder protesting the movements. As Rick returns from the bathroom you head over to the fire to feed it a couple more logs. When you turn around Rick is sat on the bed.

You go to walk past him, to climb into the other side of the bed, when you feel his hands grab your waist. He turns you slightly and pulls you into him, slotting you between his legs. You look down at him in confusion, your hands resting on his chest, fingers toying with his dog tags. His eyes look up at you, all the rage and anger from earlier completely gone, replaced with what looked like a sadness laced with worry.

"Is your shoulder okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks softly.

Damn this man's change in attitudes were gonna give you whiplash. You smile at him reassuringly, placing your hands on his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

"It's nothing I can't handle" you tell him gently. "Someone patched me up pretty well so I reckon I'll live" you tease him lightly, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He leans his head forward, losing himself in your chest as he pulls you even tighter to him, locking his arms behind you. You reach to hug around his head tenderly with your good arm, your chin resting on the top of his head. Your injured arm rests lightly on his shoulders, stroking his back absent-mindedly as you remain in this position for a while.

"Seriously. Don't do something like that again" you hear him whisper into your chest. "Please" he adds, his grip on you tightening briefly.

You squeeze his shoulders in response, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I won't."

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A/N: I actually really like how this turned out, it was definitely fun to write so I hope it was fun to read too!! Fun fact: this was actually like the third thing I ever wrote, it’s just been sat in my drafts for that long😂

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[pookacangetit]

The Lorax is technically from Disney, which means that technically Community!Yuu can sing Biggering :D

I feel like even Yuu knows that the song has ✨villain villain✨vibes, so they would sing it when they think they're in private. In truth they left the door open and now a lot of students are either running away or crowding the door bearing gifts for the great one.

"There is a principle of nature, that most every creature knows. It's called survival of the fittest, and this is how it goes~" And since the song itself wasn't even released in the movie, it could classify as a top level not-even-the-country-it-belongs-to-sings-it kind of banned.

And at the last parts of the song from "I must keep biggering" to "This is all so gratifying~!" I kinda picture Yuu's eyes sorta glowing, and maybe a harsh spin towards the door when they say "I don't wanna hear yuu you crying" harshly throwing their arm to the side in a 'no' motion

A lot of people joined the cult that day, because whY IN THE FRESH HELL DOES THE PREFECT KNOW A SONG THAT ISN'T EVEN SUNG BY THE COUNTRY'S ROYALS

The Lorax is wuh 👁👄👁- yk what it makes sense if something isn't Dreamworks or Laika it's Disney.

Biggering being an unknown lost lyricis either fuelling the flames of Yuu being a god older than the Great Seven (cause Snow White is technically the oldest Disney animated film) and creator of the universe OR assume Yuu's dangerous af and trying to prevent Yuu from going down a dark path.

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Yuu was a part of the clean-up crew during VDC so while the others practiced they were mindlessly sweeping a small corner of the stage.

Bored and really not aware of their surroundings, Yuu started to reminisced of their life back on Earth; back before they were mysteriously stranded in an entirely new world.

Recalling a movie they watched with their friends Yuu started to sing the removed song from the movie due to it beng too dark for the film.

At first I didn't realize~

I needed all this stuff~

I had a little cottage~

And that cottage was enough~

Lightly twirling in place, Yuu grinned as they danced with their broom, unaware of the eerie silence which descended upon the area as horrified eyes stared at the Ramshackle prefect in the corner.

A place where I could sit and knit~

A place where I could sell my Thneeds~

But now I've had a little time~

To re-assess my needs-

Yuu startled at the hand harshly slapped across his mouth, fuming the prefect turned around to scold whoever interrupted them so rudely when they paused.

Vil-senpai was glaring at them, his pale complexion paling even further and his eyes vacant of any emotion but fear as he bored holes into Yuu's face. His hands were unusually clammy, trembling ever so slightly which only Yuu could see from their closed distance.

"Prefect." His voice wavered ever so slightly, a giant sign of wrongness that put Yuu on alert for what could possibly terrify their usually composed and confident senpai, "Where did you hear that song?"

Yuu gently took off Vil's hand from their mouth, watching the hand fall back to Vil's side before slowly, quietly answering, "An old song from my world. Vil-senpai what's wrong-"

"Never." Vil rasped out, violently grabbing Yuu by the shoulder and shaking them. "Never. Ever. Sing that song again, do you hear me?!"

"Please, little potato, promise me." His hands were still trembling, Yuu nodded.

Yuu would later learn of the forbidden lost lyrics so dangerous that people willingly erase their memories of the songs. Lyrics that kill, lyrics that made monsters, lyrics like what they sang capable of overblotting people just by singing or hearing them.

But that was later, as Yuu comforted their shaking senior on the verge of a breakdown right now and assured everyone they weren't planning on world domination.

Yuu: *sings almost forgotten government secret song inspiring villianous misdeeds*

Vil: *panic attack*

Also everyone: holy shit they're older than dirt + mindfuck for the other, other list who figured out they're an embryo compared to God?!Yuu

[causticsunshine]

because i’ve supposedly entered my villain era by calling out weird fan behavior alongside the unsafe lack of masking earlier on in louis tour, ya boy is back with another Fandom Gripe Post at long last!

i'm fully prepared to have some people coming for my neck over this one because this one is more larrie focused, but if you are feeling directly attacked by what i have to say, all i have to say in turn is: perhaps you are feeling attacked because i hit the nail on the head in some way? perhaps rethink things a little?

but anyway, today i'm going to talk about problematic levels of clear ✨Favoritism✨ and the hypocrisy i've lately been seeing it go hand in hand with:

- a good amount of larries i see around these days just love to pretend they don't have strong biases towards harry or louis, meaning that they love them equally or love them differently but with the same fervor, but then constantly show their asses in showing their favoritism by actively criticizing one and constantly uplifting the other.

like there's no shame to be found if you vibe with one more than the other! or if you're like me wherein depending on what's going on, your attention tends to switch around, because at least there's honesty found in that! instead though i've seen countless people claim they love and support both of them equally but then constantly show their ass when it comes to favoritism, and in a really ugly and hypocritical sense.

- the specific favoritism i wanna talk about today is the one i've been seeing the most of lately, and that's the favoritism i see in those who have louis is a clear favorite but cannot seem to stop finding excuses to dog on harry or make fun of him and/or hold him to standards i definitely don't see louis being held to and pretending it's just a quirky dynamic, ya know <3

if you want good and recent example of this: people being mad as hell about how HSLOT was going down last year and nitpicked every little thing about it from fans going to multiple shows to the mask mandates at shows, and then have since gone to or are going to go to numerous louis shows at much smaller venues where most fans aren't wearing masks or are taking theirs off (when it's the area's and/or venue's fucking policy especially!) and are packed super close together with other fans because most of these venues sell most of their tickets for pit/standing on the floor?

or! saying how H immediately putting on a mask and running backstage after a show wasn't 'safe enough' when L was almost consistently meeting fans maskless the first little leg of US tour, not to mention handing out food maskless (regardless of the kind gesture...bro it ain't the time)? like both their asses haven't always smart about public masking and def have deserved callouts for it but at least harry wasn't hanging out around fans maskless before or after shows in close proximity?

and if anyone tries to jump down my throat again about where masking is mandated and where it isn't because then 'it shouldn't matter alex omg you're so stupid'..... bro people are still getting covid even in areas where the mandates have been lifted?? a mask mandate being lifted just means numbers are supposedly good enough that we don't have to mask up everywhere anymore but it's still your choice if you'd like to keep wearing your mask or not and risking shit but like sorry you lack the common sense to understand that?

- and also on the treatment of harry vs. treatment of louis by those with an obvious favoritism to louis: why are so many of y’all so goddamn meaaan to H all the time like the fuck did he do to you that you always gotta talk about him like he’s your bitchass annoying friend you constantly make fun of just because you don’t want them to sit at your lunch table anymore?? it’s really not funny considering the point most of you take it like 'oh i wanna throw hands with him so bad <3' and 'louis is my fave but yeah h and i got beef uwu' as if that's just your Quirky Ting you do with him because your relationship is ‘different’ to yours with louis… like bro why is that funny to you? why is that your knee-jerk reaction when he legit hasn't done shit to you? sure most of us have a different relationship to the two of them individually but we’re not all constantly making fun of either of them to that degree?

personally yeah, before anyone tries to come and call me or anyone else a hypocrite: i do make fun of the both of them in a lighthearted way pretty often—like i'll call harry a silly fruit or roll my eyes at some of his music/book/tv and film tastes because they're not for me, or i'll tell louis if he doesn't stop talking about NFTs i'm gonna smack him with a rolled up newspaper—but i’m not the one here claiming i'm a 'true larrie' and i 'love them both' when all i do is raise one up and have some weird and warped personal vendetta against the other based off of some petty made up bullshit to try justify my favoritism?

sorry but some of y'all are just assholes about this shit... like, you ever hear of the phrase 'if i don't have anything nice to say...' because i'm here to remind you! you don't have to start babying them but jesus christ what do you get out of being legitimately fucking mean to your lesser favorite all the goddamn time? do you have a sadism complex? are you mean to your friends like this too, because you can't seem to distinguish poking fun from being a dick? gotta say i'm a little concerned!

- i always say solos, particularly solos who get it Wrong like het harries and stunt louies and uwu-louies (just to start!), are the bane of my fucking existence here but “larries” acting in similar accordance to them with these warped favoritisms passed off as anything but and constant inability to keep your clear non-favorite’s name out of your mouth—especially when all you are is mean to and about them and constantly lord shit over them and criticize them for anything and everything—are quickly shooting to the top of my shit list because i’m convinced in some ways y’all are worse… at least with solos they’re not pretending to like someone they just constantly talk shit on??

but yeah i'm just tired of the hypocrisy and this is a callout i see far less than some of the other warranted ones i see floating around but i wanted to make it because i think people just fully being assholes for the stupidest made up reasons is a bit of a problem?

and just a reminder because this was a more pointed post, but if you're doing the same shit but in reverse wherein harry is your clear fave and when you talk about or on louis, all you do is dog on him and hold him to weird standards.... every callout to nasty behavior i made here applies to you as well, you're not safe!!

but yeah i wish everyone doing this nonsense pretending they're not or feeling a little called out when they genuinely believe they're not taking things this far a very happy Reassess Yourself and Get Well Soon x

[bitchkay]

I wrote this last night/this morning and edited it when I woke up cus it was like gibberish cus I was half asleep

its 3:54 am but I just thought of court of darkness headcanons and my brain won't let me think of anything else😁��

I keep having thoughts of like modern au court of darkness for some reason but like I am not complaining what so ever so-

bartender Fenn.

I mean it's literally canon-

don't tell me it's not perfect for him

Fenn has megan knees.

you heard me

I feel like Rio would work at Burger King- but like he'd love it there

I mean employee discount purr

But like fr he'd love interacting with customers at the counter, Rio's a good cook he'd be good in the kitchen, everyone just loves him cus he's just a bundle of joy

If Rio's not working, the place is dead

Old ladies love him, young women ask for his number, and he gives it to them cus he doesn't know they wanna fuck him-

Fenn would love tinder LMFAOOO

I can see Roy being a model OUUUU😋😋

y'all can't deny bro's beautiful

bro's gorgeous

I feel like he has the charisma, definitely photogenic, has a good sense of style, a pretty face

Roy simply deserves to be on the cover of a magazine.

Dia sells weed, Lynt smokes weed, I don't know why but that makes sense in my head

weed dealer Dia and pot head Lynt scratches some kind of fucked up itch in my brain and I love it

Lance also smokes but I'm pretty sure that's also canon

Dia hates mushrooms on pizza.

Toa loves pixie stix.

Rio reminds me of Ryuzo somewhat, from dreamy days in west Tokyo, but only in terms of naivety (however Ryu is simply charmingly stupid), so for obvious reasons I can also see Rio working in a vegetable market

Guy bullies people on Tiktok.

I really can't see Lynt really having a job but yk bills need to be paid, so he probably has some on campus job at his college, not only for convenience but so he doesn't have to go two places in one day lol

Guy sleeps full nude in the summer but with socks on.

Knight and Thoma play video games together but they're way to fucking competitive, if something in the room doesn't break did they really play video games

Fenn drunkenly hooked up with his college professor but didn't know it was his college professor until he went to school the next day and was like "... wait a damn minute--"

Guy has THE BIGGEST ass, bbl who?? it's all natural baby😋😋

Rio goes to the gym.

that's it.

the thought of Rio working out makes me drool

meow😳✨✨

why ain't this man in my draws yet-

I don't like caramel but Toa loves caramel, for that reason I say there is a video of us throwing hands on world star. Guy recorded cus I was winning.

Rio would love Waffle House.

Knight would literally LIVE in cat cafes HOLY SHIT-

If you went to a cat cafe you'll see Knight so often you'd think he worked there💀💀

Nah he just wont leave

"Sir, please go home.. we have to close" "5 more minutes... "

I wanna have a smoke sesh with Lance, I wanna get high with him and just chill, probably fuck, then order a pizza and watch old reruns on the TV.. yes

Lynt would also be nice to smoke with, we'd just vibe together, talk about random bullshit, pass the blunt back and forth while cuddling on my couch, also probably fuck, then sleep off the high

yea.

I mean its pretty canon Sherry can't fucking cook, so the existence of instant is her saving grace

Roy tried to teach her to make rice but it just wasn't working out so he ended up buying her a rice cooker

Roy spoils Sherry rotten with the kitchen appliances, but will not stop because the smile on her face when he got her a hot pink Keurig machine is the most priceless reward

Sherry got into modeling because of Roy, because shes short she started with clothing ads but sooner or later she was sharing magazines with her brother, literal sibling goals😤😤

OMG I JUST GOT INSPIRATION, IMMA DRAW THE PRINCES ON MAGAZINE COVERS IM GONNA CRY HOLD UP-

STOP IM GETTING MY DRAWING TABLET-

The way I actually wanna make the magazine covers happen but my tablet is a task and a half to draw on being as it's old and the home button's fucked up, my laptop is also fucked up, I swear it's on its last legs 90% of the time, my laptops a literal dinosaur, and my phone has no storage so I can't even draw on here, which leaves paper but I hate drawing in my sketch book--

I GATHERED REFERENCES AND EVERYTHING-

I'm gonna cry.

[ursbearhug]

🌷💞✨ answer with 3 random facts about yourself, then send this to 10 other people 🌷💞✨

Hi, hello and thank you!

I used to be a giant weeb in my teens, but more so for the vibes (or whatever) than actually liking anime or mango (given that I've watched 7 or 8 titles, maybe). I attended a lot of weeb conventions (12 of them or so) and my first at the ripe old age of 10 I believe. And I even moderated a panel once, with my friend! It was about Elsword in the golden days! Said panel was attended by one jealous incel out of spite; because I dated the girl he wanted to. We both left his stinky-ass guild the following week. He was basic af and I cannot imagine any other way of having sex with him than with something in his mouth and a bag on his head. It's not even about being ugly. It's about being ugly on the inside. He was also homophobic so he was thrice as ugly if you ask me. Now I'm ace and gay and my ex-girlfriend is engaged to a trans guy - suck it bitch. Anyway, yeah. I still have the entrance thing-y with "Dr Aki" as a nickname. I had PhD at the ripe old age of 10. What were you doing with your life?

So I talk a lot about learning English out of spite so maybe now I'll like… Bring the context to this; So in my 1st year of middle school, my English teacher told me I'm not gonna achieve anything in this field because I'm dyslexic and I don't pronounce shit correctly. So I took it upon myself to spit on her face and I started teaching myself by myself; I was reading dictionaries (still do, as a matter of fact, that's a hobby of mine; and according to my favourite greek professor - hers too), watching dozen people speaking English on ytube (usually tried to pick folks of different ethnicities because it's so damn enticing and mesmerising; listening to how different groups speak the same language differently) and so on and so forth. From that year onward, I was finishing every year with the highest possible grade (here, marks go from 1 to 6. With 1 being the lowest, and 6 being the highest - and requiring knowledge beyond the given curriculum) and 3 years later I went to represent my piece of shit worthy high school on English Olympics. It's like a string of tests for nerds. I didn't get really far, to be fair my life was a literal fucking mess at the time, but I got to the 2nd stage (out of 3) and got my ass handed to me by *one* exercise. I can do a lot of shit, but you take letters out of words for me and I'm donezo. I'm pulling the white flag, throwing the towel, tapping out. I can't. So yeah, I'm a machine powered up by spite!

I was a very creative kid in the age bracket of 7 to 14. I was doing pottery classes, drawing classes, I was going to secret club meetings to write stuff. To this day I'm really missing the spark that lived in that little ol' body of mine. Not to be masturbating to my own work but I really loved the style I had back then. My narrative might have sucked from an academic perspective but it was so damn entertaining to read! I made a lot of snarky or interesting commentary in the way I wrote stuff. Some of it is really cringeworthy to read right now; given that my humour has changed a lot, but it just goes to show that kids can be really, really creative. I also had so much time on my hands, because bitch - I was manufacturing love stories like some of the biggest monopolies in this world. Friends to enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, frenemies to frelovers, retellings, original concepts, concepts 'that I thought were original but then I started classical studies', concepts that borderline on copyright theft - you fucking name it. And you know what? Not a single dick in sight. That's right, I was a pure bean even then… I wasn't 2 years later but that's beside the point.

I hope that suffice? Thank you for the ask once again! ^^