#the idea that anywhere was better than there

[peachesofteal]

Raspberry Girl Previous + masterlist + AO3 Simon Riley/female reader CW: daddy kink, somno.

You’re slow to wake up. 

Mouth half open on the pillow, bead of saliva pooling at the curve of your pout with a hand tucked under you chin like an angel, you’re still drifting somewhere in dreamland, your body far more aware than your mind. It’s late, and lazy, and he’s already handled all of the puppy’s morning duties and showered. He decided to go back to bed afterwards, sliding behind you under the covers and locking you back against him, leaving you no room to move, or pull away as he slid two fingers down your belly to your clit. You’re a heavy sleeper, making soft little sounds and whimpers plenty, but still no signs of waking up, even as you shifted, unconsciously giving him better access, allowing him to slip two fingers inside you and slowly stretch. 

You’re ready. He’s taken a slow, methodical approach, carefully stretching  tissue and muscle to be more accommodating, though he knows no amount of prep will soften the initial pain. 

“Mmm,” your head turns, lashes fluttering, and he closes his mouth over yours, slipping his tongue behind your teeth and bringing you into consciousness as gently as he can while his arm wraps like steel around your hip, fingers firmly buried inside you, palm grinding against your clit. 

You come to all at once. Every sense igniting, a ripple of awareness bringing your legs closed tight at his wrist. 

“Shh, you’re okay.” He murmurs against your ear, pinning you to the mattress with his weight. Your instinct is to push away, evade the overflow of thought and feeling, but he’s too heavy. You’re trapped. Overflowing with sensation, clit pulsing under his touch. 

“Wh-what-” 

“Sleepy girl, slept right through daddy putting his fingers inside you, didn’t you?” Everything about you is dazed and open, wanting, trusting, and you nod hurriedly. 

“Daddy,” you moan, pushing your hips back towards his, “d-daddy, I’m-” He slows, and you whine in protest.

“You’ve been so good, taking daddy’s fingers, letting him stretch you out. I think you’re ready.” 

“Ready?” The last syllable rings with confusion. 

“Ready for your daddy to fuck your sweet little pussy.” You shiver, a ripple cascading from head to toe, unbidden moan slipping from your lips. “Do you want that? Want daddy’s cock inside you?” 

“Y-yes,” he flicks your clit and returns to his previous rhythm. “Yes, please, oh- please.” You’re lost to the impending orgasm, already there with a flick of his wrist, quickly rocketing up and over, riding his hand, twitching and crying. 

Daddy, daddy, daddy. 

“I’m sorry I’m so tired.” You’re still nestled into him in bed, cheek to chest, slipping in and out of snoring as he turns the pages of a paperback. 

“It’s okay baby. You work hard, you need rest.” It’s a slow Sunday, and you need it. Eight to ten hours a day on your feet, constantly moving, kneading, lifting, rolling… it all takes a toll, one he wishes he could alleviate, though he’d never take your passion from you. He’s grateful it’s there, fulfills you, brought you to him. 

Right now, there’s nothing to do but take care of you, and Duchess, who’s snuffling at the foot of the bed, little puppy belly turned up towards the ceiling, paws in the air. You yawn. 

“I need a vacation.” 

“Mmm,” he strokes a line down your back, chasing the goosebumps. It’s not a terrible idea, take you away for a bit, get you out of town and into the sun. Maybe… “Where would you go?” Your brow crinkles. 

“I don’t know… I’ve always wanted to go to Lisbon. For the bakeries. And the beach…” You trail off and avert your eyes. “I’ve always been… it’s too much to go alone and I don’t really have anyone…” your pulse flickers under your jaw as he cups it. 

“I’ll take you, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. I’ll take you anywhere.” Lisbon is more than doable, it’s safe, and easy for him to navigate. It won’t be an issue. 

“Really?” You brighten, lip tucked beneath teeth, corners lifting into a smile. 

“Of course.” He’d give you anything, everything. Take you anywhere. A yawn drags your mouth into a circle. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a bit longer.” 

“‘m not tired anymore.” Brat. He raises an eyebrow, and you look away sheepishly. “Okay well… maybe for a little.” Good girl. “Can we take Duchess to the park? Later?” It’s your new favorite thing. A long loop down the street to the green space and back, a solid rhythm he’s working to settle you in so you can continue the habit when he’s away. 

“Sure baby. Now close your eyes.” 

“Open.” He forks another bite of pancake into your mouth. “Good girl.” Pancakes. He’s gotten pretty good at it, using your moods, emotions, as a barometer for what will make you happiest food wise. 

When you’re tired and a little bit cranky, it’s breakfast for dinner. 

He managed to get you outside for a bit, walking beside you and Duchess at a leisurely pace, soaking in the small bits he’s never truly enjoyed. The sapphire blue shade of the sky, the chirp of the bugs and birds, quiet lap of the pond. He’s always walked with purpose, never for love, for the act of it, but now, taking his time with you, living with you, he gets it all, experiences the world as you do, eats up every single second. Just being able to take a leisurely stroll with you and the dog is more than he’s ever expected for his life. 

It was a nice little outing, followed by a shower before he put you right back in bed, settling you in the nest of pillows and blankets. Even after a day of slipping in and out of a nap, you’re still exhausted. 

“Daddy.” You’re waiting for the next bite, mouth open, Duchess at your side watching intently like she’s going to get some pancakes too. 

“Sorry sweet girl,” he scrapes another piece free across the plate for you, pleased that you’ve eaten three fourths of your dinner. You reach for a piece of bacon, chewing thoughtfully, untangling a snare that's caught some of your words, and he waits. Always. 

“I was thinking…” when you don’t continue right away, he places a hand on your thigh, the skin to skin soothing the turbulent chaos in your mind, the things trying to sort themselves out. “I um, I saw the motorcycle in the garage the other day…” pleasantly surprised, he nods encouragingly, and you swallow. “I was wondering if maybe, you- we- you could take me on it?” He hasn’t been on the bike in about a year now, content to let it sit in its spot until he had the time, the energy to take it out. The joy of riding has never faded, but it’s different now. He used to ride because a part of him hoped the road might take him, might end him, though it’s been a long time since then, a long time since the darkness controlled him. Now, the bike waits for him, waits for when he has a moment to himself, a moment he can relax and enjoy it. 

This will be the perfect one. 

“You want to go on a bike ride baby?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“I always thought it might be cool to know what it’s like.” Brave girl. You’re still a bit unsure, and he casts the plate aside to hold your hands in his. 

“I’ll take you, but following your rules will be very important. You’ll need to listen to me at all times, and tell me if you’re scared. Do you understand?” It will be a lot. Loud. Intimidating. An overall new experience he’ll have to coach you through, but he knows you can do it. You nod excitedly. 

“Yes daddy I do, I will. I promise.” The fork and plate rattle, and you squeal. “Duchess!” She's licking a string of syrup off her nose, clearly pleased with herself. The rest of your dinner is gone, and you’re trying hard not to laugh as he barely suppresses his own. It’s easy for him to get distracted around you, easy to forget the rest of the world when he’s got you here where it’s safe, in his home, where he doesn’t need to think about anything else, threats, fears, chaos. It doesn’t surprise him he forgot about the plate and put it down in reach of the dog.

You sigh, mischievous spark in your irises like a bad little girl who knew all along. “Oh well. Guess she was hungry.” 

[khunwriting]

[Pretty Little Baby]

Synopsis: Grim thinks back on how he got to NRC with you next to him.

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (?), Songfic: Pretty Little Baby by Connie Francis

Notes: Spoilers for book 1 through 6. Doesn't go into specifics, but it does say who overblots. GN! Yuu! Reader

Pairing: Platonic! Grim x Reader

Grim doesn’t remember where he came from or much about anything from his past. It wasn’t something he liked to dwell on, cause, frankly, it was rather uncomfortable and it made his stomach churn at the little he did remember. 

After all, who would like remembering being all alone, starving, and freezing?

Instead, Grim wants to find something to fill in that gaping void in his memory. And what better way to prove his worth than by being a great mage, and the best way to do that is going to Night Raven College, one of the most prestigious schools for mages! 

So he waits, patiently waiting for the day the black carriage picks him up. Though as days turned into weeks, he can’t help but feel antsy. Perhaps the carriage got lost on the way to him! No matter, Grim the Great can wait. 

Then the weeks turn into months and that bad feeling creeps into his body once more, and he doesn’t feel too good anymore. 

Pretty little baby Pretty little baby

But no matter! He wasn’t going to let that get him down, so he’ll just have to find a way to get to Night Raven College. 

It took a while to figure out how to get to the school. For starters, it was really far away and there was no mirror he could jump through. So he had to physically walk there. It was hard getting anywhere with his small legs, and he found himself getting tired a lot.

Sometimes he tried to ask for directions or for some food, but most people either ignored him or were scared of him. There were more times than not that he had to dig through the garbage or snag some treats when a vendor wasn’t looking to get some food in his belly.

Those days where people caught him in the act and chased after him were the most exhausting. 

It wasn’t too bad though. He could find an occasional car to hitch a ride on, and some days, he’d find some really good food lying about. The canned tuna he grabbed from that little shop in that small town was one of the best finds he had during his journey.

And though it took a very long time, he did find a ferry that took him to Isle of Sages. Slipping off of the ship, he could see the school in the far distance. Grim would never tell a soul about how vision grew watery at the sight. 

Pretty little baby, you say that maybe You'll be thinkin' of me, and try to love me Pretty little baby, I'm hoping that you do Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

It was rather easy to sneak onto campus, not that he had to sneak in! He was going to be a student after all. Now all he needed was a robe to blend in, and the rest should easily fall into lap. So off he went to find where all the new students were at. 

It was a massive school, and Grim did find himself turned around a few times. Eventually, he found himself in a room full of floating coffins and he knew he had hit the jackpot. Now, all he had to do was pry open one of those bad boys and he’ll be set!

Though he never anticipated meeting you. 

Right out of the gate, you were jumpy and wide-eyed. Almost as if you had no idea what was going on, but Grim didn’t have time for theatrics. Time was ticking and he needed to get the robes that adorned your body. 

Yet you didn’t give in so easily. Instead, you ran and ran until the headmaster, Crowley, caught the both of you and treated him like some random house cat that had gone astray. It was ridiculous and insulting to be treated as such, but the older man was quick to silence him before he had a chance to really lay into him.

Then the whole fiasco at the orientation ceremony happened. All he did was try to show that he deserved to be at that school, but it only ended up getting kicked out of the school and shooed away like some troublesome animal. His stomach started to hurt at this point, and the bad feeling felt worse the moment it started to rain.

So he ran back onto campus cause he wasn’t gonna give up so easily, you know! He’ll find shelter for the night and he’ll continue showing them that he deserves a spot in their classrooms. Just you wait!

You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you Ooh-ooh-ooh

Though that’s when Grim saw you again in that dingy building outside of the castle. You looked just as surprised as he felt, but he wasn’t going to admit it. You were just a magicless human anyways.

Yet you kept surprising him. You were actually helping him out. When the ghosts came, you told him where to send his spells. When Crowley showed up, you did the same thing again. You convinced the headmaster to let him stay. Granted as a janitor, but that was a work in progress! 

When that jerk of a redhead called the Great Grim a weasel, you were quick to scold him for his rude words—Weirdly, that had left a different feeling in his tummy.

But since meeting that kid, Ace, things spiraled. The Great Sevens statues were scorched, they got assigned to clean windows, Ace tried ditching and with the help of another freshman, Deuce, the chandelier in the cafeteria shattered, and they were on the verge of being expelled. 

By some miracle, Crowley promised them a chance if they found a magestone from the dwarfs’ mine. It seemed like an easy job, but the four of them were quick to find that it wasn’t.

There was a terrifying monster lingering behind, guarding the key thing that kept him at Night Raven College. The monster was big and scary, and it had Grim shivering as it loomed over his small body.

But again, you surprised him. You swept him up, ran out there, and somehow managed to get the two idiots to work together to defeat the monster. Maybe you really were a beast-tamer or whatever Crowley called you. 

Because of what you did, you somehow got all four of them to not get expelled. And most importantly, you managed to make yourself and him actual students enrolled at the school.

Perhaps, it wasn’t so bad to keep you around as a hench-human. 

Now is just the time, while both of us are young Puppy love must have its day Don't you know it's much more fun to love While the heart is young and gay?

You weren’t from this world. That’s what you told the three of them the next day, and it would explain the panic you had the first time Grim met you. He’s quick to push that thought to the back of his mind as his stomach churned at the memory.

You didn’t get a chance to adjust once you became a student. The both of you were thrown into classes right off the bat, and it was awful. As first-years, they don’t give you a lot of chances to use actual magic, not that you could, but it was still incredibly boring.

Despite that, you took everything in stride, even when he tried to run from classes, and soaked up all the new information like a sponge. You were checking out books in the library to learn more about Twisted Wonderland and read it in the little time you found.

Unfortunately, Ace wrapped the two of you in his problems again. Stealing a slice of a tart had landed him with a collar from the Heartslabyul housewarden, Riddle. So many things happened in such a short amount of time, but it ultimately ended up with Riddle overblotting.

That day was terrifying. Blot oozed everywhere like sickly black ink and clung onto the ground where the housewarden stood. His attacks were strong and harsh, nearly hitting Grim a few times. He was lucky you were there to warn him and guide him and everyone else. 

Because of you, they beat Riddle and he went back to normal. And as much as Grim wished it was the last of it, trouble seemed to follow the two of you like a shadow. 

Cause there was another overblot with Leona, the housewarden of Savanaclaw. 

Then, the next overblot was Azul, the housewarden of Octavinelle. 

One more overblot with Jamil, vice-housewarden of Scarabia.

Again. It was Vil, housewarden from Pomefiore.

Yet there you stood, helping everyone by telling them where to send their spells and calling out incoming attacks with each overblot. You never got angry and you didn’t shun anyone out after that. You treated every person you met with kindness, even those who overblotted or those that put you in harm's way. You never blamed them.

You never blamed him. 

You didn’t yell at Grim for signing a contract with Azul to get a good exam score. You didn’t shout when you had to give up Ramshackle to try to set him free. You didn’t scold him when he was exhausted from walking to the oasis and you had to silently scooped him into your arms, even when he was sure you were tired as well. You didn’t chase him away for scratching you after the events of the VDC.

Even after Idia from Ignihyde overblotted and you both went back to the privacy of the broken-down Ramshackle dorm, you didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, you bent down and wrapped your arms around his small body and sobbed. You kept saying things like, “I’m so happy to see you again!” and “I was so worried about you!”

Grim couldn’t help but wept right there with you. And he vowed to try not to make you worry anymore.

Meet me at the car hop or at the pop shop Meet me in the moonlight or in the daylight Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you

Among those hectic days, you sometimes talked about your home. Sometimes you talked about it at great lengths, telling memories of your previous life or about something that isn’t familiar in Twisted Wonderland. Other times, you sneak in a reference or a word that isn’t in the common language—That especially gets Ace, Deuce, and Epel trying to get you to teach them slang or jokes, most of which goes over Grim’s head.  

Though sometimes, you don’t bring up memories. You don’t bring up funny jokes in your world or neat little facts that could only exist in your world. No, you don’t even speak at these times.

Instead, your world comes out in little songs. The songs you sing vary in style. One moment you could be singing a pop song about partying, then the next a ballad about a loved one. There are few you come back to often as they were your favorites.

He doesn’t know if you notice it, but your voice easily carries out in the broken-down dorm. For example, he could be downstairs, playing with the ghosts and he could hear you singing upstairs as you clean up some of the abandoned rooms in case any guests decide to stay over. 

Funnily enough, there are other students that do take up some rooms. Mostly it is the first years, though other students from the other years come and go. Grim has seen Leona sneak in occasionally and Silver when he can’t quite make his way back to Diasomnia. The nights that the look-alike brothers decide to crash in the dorm for whatever reason makes his fur stand on edge the most though.

But he likes it most when it’s just you, him, and the ghosts. You don’t sing when there’s other people around.

Now is just the time, while both of us are young Puppy love must have its day Don't you know it's much more fun to love While the heart is young and gay?

Luckily, today was one of those days where there was no Ace, no Deuce, no housewarden, no vice-warden or any in between. It was just you, Grim, and the ghosts—And you were singing one of your favorite songs. 

Grim had just finished an assignment from Professor Trein and the smells from the kitchen were wafting up the stairs with your singing accompanying it. His stomach was already grumbling and he caught the scent of tuna in the air. Nearly drooling, Grim bounds out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Your singing grows louder, your voice bouncing with a cheery lilt. Grim can’t keep the smile off his chubby face as he peeks into the kitchen. The rice cooker has 10 minutes left on the rice, there’s shredded cabbage washed and draining in the sink, there’s a pot of hot soup simmering on the stove, and you have a jar of pickled veggies that are ready to be plated once the food is done. 

In the midst of it all was you, dressed in an apron that Trey gifted to you. You’re standing in front of the stove with a spatula in hand and looking down at a pan of sizzling oil with half-cooked tuna patties you promised to make for Grim. Your mouth moves to form the lyrics and you’re doing a little dance in your spot, never keeping your eyes off the pan. 

Not wanting to hide away anymore, Grim steps into the room and your eyes easily tear away from the stove to meet his gaze. There’s a bright smile adorning your face as you turn to face him while setting down the spatula. He jumps into your open arms and you hug him close to your chest, still singing sweetly.

There, you nuzzle into his furry cheeks, cooing, “Pretty little baby!”

Grim thinks this one is his favorite song too.

Meet me at the car hop or at the pop shop Meet me in the moonlight or in the daylight Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you Ooh-ooh-ooh

The food was delicious, and, though he ate a lot, you always made sure to make extras in case he wanted more tomorrow. Sometimes, you bring it with you so he could snack on it between classes. Ace says you spoil Grim too much, but you always disagree.

Still, now that it was late and his tummy was full, he was getting really sleepy. But he couldn’t sleep just yet because you always made him brush his teeth thoroughly while you were getting ready for bed. Even though he groans about how tired he was, he waited for you every night. 

Why? He realized he didn’t like sleeping without you since he was by himself at S.T.Y.X.

When you stepped out of the bathroom in pajamas and freshly brushed teeth, Grim was quick to usher you into bed. You only giggled in response, making sure to turn off the light before following him into your shared bed. You slipped underneath the cover, and, like every night, you pulled Grim in and curled him against your body.

“Goodnight, Grim,” You said softly, pressing a kiss against his forehead. With a small purr slipping out without him meaning to, Grim could feel the sleepiness seep into his mind. With your humming a soft lullaby in his ear, he can’t help but snuggle closer to you.

Compared to his quiet and sad life that he lived before…This life in Ramshackle was different. 

Better, he would say. 

Pretty little baby I said pretty little baby Oh, now, pretty little baby

Here, with your arms wrapped around his smaller body, Grim can feel the coldness slip away and turn into warmth.

Here, with your cooking filling his tummy with amazing and piping hot meals, Grim can feel his hunger fade away. 

Here, with you at his side, Grim can feel his loneliness disappear.

He can’t wait for tomorrow to come. 

[absolutekillswitch]

Okay but I have an idea and I know someone much more talented than I could execute this so much better than I would (and probably already had tbh??? I just haven’t seen it myself, if it has)

Idea: established Bob x reader where yn wakes up one night to see Void standing at the foot of their bed (‘mom I frew up’ style) and they just sigh bc void is on his bullshit, being all ominous and trying to scare them n shit (which is NOT working btw, yn is just like ‘boy be quiet n get ur ass in this bed’) n they just corral him into bed n have a conversation with void which is SO PROFOUND (and probably soft and emotional and Gross™️) that it manages to bring Bob back to the forefront and bobs all worried bc he does NOT like the idea of the void being ANYWHERE near his person but yn politely informs him that, like it or not, the void is a part of him, and that they love all of him, and not only that, but that void does NOT scare them at alllll lmao. I can imagine yn not being freaked out or unnerved (and if anything kind of annoyed/exasperated with the void being the way the void is) tripping bob the fuck OUTTT

And honestly there’s so many ways this general idea could go�� just yn being faced with the void when they’d been expecting Bob and how they decide to deal with that + Bob trying to hide the dark parts of himself and the emotional turmoil that comes with that.

Anyways if anyone writes this TAG ME I wanna read it

[neogotmysam]

nct dream free use gf part 2

(part 1) dreamies using you, all day, anywhere but its sooooo much nastier and filthier

using you in public, letting strangers touch you and your dirty cunt, making fun of you for how wet you’re getting over some creeps getting off to you

triple penetration with the j line….you have never felt fuller in your life…jaemin thrusting in and out of your ass while jeno and jisung try to fit their massive thick cocks in your one tiny pussy

you can feel jaemin jisung and jeno’s cocks rub against each other inside of you through the thin muscle separating your ass and pussy

haechan getting horny at the park so he just puts u on his lap grinding into you while people walk by, asking you if you think they know he’s fucking you 

jisungie spreading your icky little cunny, watching how his long thick fingers alone can be enough to stretch and fill your tight hole

haechan is a bastard. a true asshole. he’ll pull your pants down, no prep or lube, thrust his cock in your ass, making you scream with so much pain, and your tears just get him off

jaemin walking in on you riding mark and then shoving his cock down your throat, cumming all over your pretty little tits, and then rubbing the cum into your skin like moisturiser

chenle, our mean dom, slapping you till you cry, shoving his fingers down your throat making you gag, all while saying “what a desperate whore” “what would your family think seeing you like this?” 

jisungie having the biggest cock but has no idea what to do with it, too shy to ask you, so he ends up fucking you every night when you’re sleeping, you wake up everyday with his cum spilling down your thighs

going to the gym with jeno and jaemin, spreading your legs open, spreading your pussy for them to see as motivation to finish the workout faster and come devour you

gooner hyuckie loves shoving things in your pretty pussy, loves seeing you whine with the stretch, the bigger the better, be it pens, cans, cucumbers, dildos, he loves seeing you all full for him

passing out after being choked, just to wake up to jeno fucking you roughly into the mattress and jaem pinching and prodding at your tits

chenle filling your squishy walls up with a monster dildo before tying a vibrator to your clit…overstimulating you till you’re crying

hyuck inspecting your cunny in the shower, mark using his fingers to scoop out all of the cum left in your pussy, all while jaemin rubs soap all over your tits, pinching your nipples

jeno slapping you and choking you till you’re a blabbering mess calling you a disgusting whore cuz hes sure you secretly like it

mark guiding you onto jisungs cock, forcing you to take him deeper and deeper, before sliding his own cock next to jisungies, forcing you to take both of them at once…

yall SEND ME ASKSSS!!! any of ur worst disgusting pervy gooner thoughts are more than welcome <3 (also should i make a part 3-)

[flexdealer]

oh I see. some of you think Kevin wasn’t abused because of his complicated relationship with Riko? Kevin was absolutely abused, mentally and physically, his entire life. he was given to the Moriyamas before he was even double digits years old. by the time the og series begins he has suffered over a decade of abuse and been fully indoctrinated into a cult. you think no one ever laid hands on him? not where the public can see. that was Tetsuji’s golden rule. and Tetsuji beat Riko himself, he most certainly laid hands on Kevin too. from Jean: “He'd grown up with the master's unforgiving violence, the first body upon which Riko could practice his fledgling cruelties. The frequent public appearances demanded of the Raven pair could stay Riko's knives but not his malevolent hunger; most of Kevin's scars were branded into his heart and mind.”

Most. Not all. keep in mind that’s relative terms too. most of ten can mean anywhere from six to ten. most of a hundred? a thousand? exponentially larger. Kevin spent three thousand days in Moriyama custody before Jean showed up. you really believe Riko let him rest for even a single one?

Kevin learned how to handle Riko in his own way, and Riko’s obsession with Kevin definitely granted him some leniency in some places but Riko could have easily physically abused Kevin even if it was “just” bruises and fractured bones but we don’t actually know because Kevin is not a main character. he’s not a pov character. anything we learn about him comes through the lens of someone else and even Jean’s statement is mostly speculation because he wasn’t there. whatever the pov characters say is their truth, it does not necessarily make it the only truth.

to say Kevin never suffered abuse with your whole chest is crazy work. someone else suffering worse does not make you better. just because Jean was treated with less dignity and respect than a mangy stray dog does not mean that Kevin was unscathed. Kevin certainly suffered in the nest because everyone suffered in the nest. he suffers still. I can still hear him

I understand dislike of Kevin. I understand the frustration with his character and his actions. I really do. but it’s astounding to me just how many people will ‘analyze’ his character as though he is whole and healthy. he is not. expecting one victim of abuse to save another is unreasonable and absolutely confounding to me. Kevin was abused for at least seven years before Jean showed up and we have absolutely no idea what happened during that time.

so I’m putting Kevin on the shelf and now none of us get to play with him

[jxerv]

sunaxfem!reader, canon universe, fluff

masterlist

THE SNOW fell slowly and silently beyond the windowpanes, laying a white blanket over the rooftops and streets. The sky was a muffled gray, but inside [Y/n]’s house, the atmosphere was anything but cold. The soft lights of the Christmas decorations reflected on the walls in golden hues, the scent of cinnamon still lingered from a forgotten cup of tea on the nightstand, and the distant sound of a jazz playlist made everything feel even more intimate.

Suna Rintarou was lying on [Y/n]’s bed, surrounded by a multitude of plushies and colorful pillows that contrasted with his expressionless face and the gray hoodie he wore. He looked like a boy who had accidentally ended up in a room far too sweet for his minimalist style. But in truth, he felt perfectly at home there. With [Y/n], anywhere was home.

She was sitting on top of him, her legs straddling his waist, her back straight and her face slightly tilted forward in deep concentration. She held her tongue between her teeth, as she always did when she focused too hard on something, and in her right hand was a black liquid eyeliner.

“Rin, stay still, come on!” she huffed, without looking up.

“I am still.” he muttered, eyes still closed, his voice a little thick with sleepiness.

[Y/n] giggled, holding back a smile as she continued to draw a thin line at the corner of his right eye. That afternoon, she had seen a video online of a girl putting makeup on her boyfriend, and the idea had immediately struck her. She thought it would be adorable to do the same with Suna. And he had those sharp, slanted eyes that seemed made for eyeliner. It would be perfect.

And, as often happened, Suna hadn’t been able to say no to her.

“How much longer?” he asked, with the patience of someone used to these kinds of things.

“Almost done. I’m finishing the other eye. Don’t ruin it now.”

The brush trembled slightly when he let out a soft sigh, but [Y/n] managed to keep her hand steady. She made the final touches, then shifted a bit on her knees to get a better look, satisfied. His eyes were still closed. The contrast between his fair skin, sharp features, and the black eyeliner was even more beautiful than she had imagined.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

Suna obeyed.

For a moment, [Y/n] was silent, surprised by the result. His eyes looked even deeper, even sharper, as if that thin black line had framed them perfectly.

“Well?” he asked, placing his hands on her hips, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “How do I look?”

[Y/n] pouted dramatically, crossing her arms. “It’s not fair. It looks too good on you. Better than on me.”

Suna chuckled quietly, his chest rising slightly beneath her. [Y/n] collapsed on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his warm hoodie.

“It’s unfair. You’re the pretty one now.”

“Impossible.” he murmured, holding her tighter. “You’re way more pretty.”

As always when he gave her a compliment, [Y/n] felt her cheeks burn. She knew Suna wasn’t the type for big gestures, but when he spoke, it was with disarming honesty. And no matter how hard she tried to play it cool, she always ended up melting.

He kissed the top of her head lightly, his fingers gently brushing through her hair as he closed his eyes.

“But now you have to take the makeup off,” he murmured against her hair. “or I’ll fall asleep like this and ruin all your pillows.”

She nodded quietly but didn’t move right away. They stayed like that, wrapped around each other, while the snow kept falling softly outside the window, and the clock on the nightstand ticked steadily. Every now and then, a plushie would fall off the bed from the slightest movement, but neither of them paid any attention.

Then [Y/n] got up slowly, sliding off the bed. She grabbed a makeup wipe from the drawer and climbed back onto him, wearing an expression like she was about to do something very serious.

“Okay. Brace yourself. This is going to feel gross.”

“Fantastic.” Suna muttered.

She laughed, gently wiping the eyeliner from his eyes. Suna squinted a bit, but said nothing. When [Y/n] finished, she sat next to him, looking at his face now back to normal.

“I think we need to do this again sometime.”

“Only if I get to do your makeup too.” he replied, pulling her back toward him. She let out a small surprised yelp as she fell onto the bed, ending up in her boyfriend’s arms, her face pressed against his chest.

“Hey, I do my makeup every day!” she protested, trying to wriggle free.

“Yeah, but I have to be the one doing it. Otherwise, it doesn’t count.”

[Y/n] laughed, giving up. They stayed like that for a while longer, until the Christmas lights began blinking in a different pattern, signaling it was evening. The room was full of warmth, the scent of cinnamon, and the quiet certainty of a simple love.

Suna nestled deeper into the pillows and closed his eyes, this time for real.

“Nap time?” he asked, his voice muffled.

[Y/n] curled up against him, her legs tangled with his. “Yeah. But tomorrow I’m putting lipstick on you.”

He didn’t answer right away, burying his face into the pillows. “Do whatever you want.”

wc: 923

[rainbowsky]

I remember this story coming out at the time. I dug around and I couldn't find it anywhere but I remember talking about it on my blog at some point (and I think you probably did too).

At the time turtles were really freaking out about it because it was the first time in a long time that there was a possible moment of one of them talking about the other semi-publicly.

It was a believable story to me because of the way these ideas were expressed by DD in the repo. Emphatic, respectful and with an insight into both GG and dance. It didn't land on me as invented (although of course it could have been) in part because it captures DD's bluntness and his intense seriousness about dance.

And I tend to agree with (potentially imaginary) DD in this repo. GG doesn't have the kind of swagger needed to pull off street dance. Anyone who has watched GG rehearsing dance performances can see that it doesn't come naturally to him. It takes a lot of work for him to even remember the movements, let alone to nail the delivery and project a hard-hitting swagger and energy.

My sister and I talked a lot about this at the time of the repo, because she was obsessed with the clip of GG learning dance moves from Xuan Lu during CQL filming (choreography that he had performed with X-NINE as well) and she felt that GG would be far better suited to perform women's choreography.

I agree with this, because he is much more of a fluid, gentle person* and he definitely comes across as more comfortable and authentic in that style of motion and expression than in some of his other dance performances.

I would extend this to almost any kind of folk dance or traditional dance in China. He has that gentle refinement and fluidity that makes him suitable for that kind of motion and demeanor, and I think it would come a lot more naturally to him than street dance.

I love these older CPN have been resurfacing lately. I'm sure it must be really interesting for newer turtles to hear about some of these stories.

*And I want to make a point of saying that I don't want this interpreted as him being effeminate or like a woman, but rather that he is more fluid and gentle. Of course women are stereotyped as being that way, but there are plenty of women with tons of swagger and powerful, hard hitting street dance delivery, just as there are a lot of men with grace and elegance.

Chinese folk dance often has that fluidity and gentleness even when it is performed by men. It's common for fans to typecast GG as feminine and female and I don't want to contribute to that. There's a lot more to him and I feel like people take that type of interpretation of him way too far.

i see this floating around cpf accounts so might as well share. I’m also a fan of SDC related cpns so this adds to that. OP shared it but please treat as a fake story cause we can’t fully confirm repos like this. they are saying “JM” but comments, and i personally think this is supposed to be J5, referring to the show street dance of china. There is also a use of JM like it’s used to pertain to a dancer that asked the question.

First of all, JM really talked about XZ, and he would cue him implicitly, including some players who are his fans, and even chat with him. Everyone is very friendly and he is also friendly and will chat. But some obvious things that appeared in JM really bothered him. I hope some fans will not be led by the rhythm.

But there was one thing that I felt was a thorn in the side. During the team-building gathering, some dancers talked about when they got in touch with street dance, which was basically the evolution history of their own street dance. When asked, it seems that the person is also good at dancing. The dancer may not dare to say the name, so it is better to ask directly who?

The dancer said: I have watched some videos of XZ, and I think he is pretty good at street dancing.

WYB: (Direct reply): Not suitable, he is not suitable.

The dancer disagreed and continued: I think his dancing is very sensual, sexy and tasteful.

WYB: Silent and didn't speak

(I was confused at the moment, my mind was racing. Could it be that the relationship was really bad? No, that's not right. I can't just deny others. I just imagined a lot, sorry for saying too much)

WYB: This is a long story. He is not suitable for this. He is good at some normal stage dances but not street dances. He is also analyzed for his personality. He seems to be a gentle and elegant person. Anyway, he is not suitable for this. He also said that I don’t like him dancing these. He is a very artistic and quiet person.

When he said "gentle and refined", I immediately thought of "elegant and upright". Maybe I was CqL poisoned so I mentioned the word "elegant and upright".

(I thought at the time, my god, he is a decent person who is not suitable for doing these actions. This is a bit similar to the feeling in CQL, but the roles are reversed. I won’t say more about the rest, you can experience it yourself)

It’s not a secret that SDC, especially season 3 was riddled with CPNs and the others after that. so i find this really plausible. WYB was also very gracious with how he interacts with the dancers and he created an environment that made people feel it’s okay to say what’s on their mind. What i love about the interaction is how WYB tells the person his professional / personal analysis of XZ. tho he always praises XZ, he is also not afraid to tell the truth.

Fans are putting this side by side the BTS of XZ saying that he likes WYB better without makeup. Some haters took that as a jab at WYB, but it was actually sweet. Plus it shows a deeper relationship, where they can say what’s on their mind. Where they can give an honest evaluation of the other.

I think for their work as creatives, it’s important to have that someone in your life. They will support you, but won’t hold back in telling you what’s up. XZ have always valued WYB’s opinions and vice versa. I just love the idea of them giving their thoughts on each other’s projects — that side of their relationship. It’s not all lovey-dovey. It’s a serious relationship where they can talk about important matters. That’s why i think it’s able to last as long as it did.

I will share this interpretation i found which i liked too. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

It's really like that... Because these words are not about evaluating Xiao Zhan as a passerby, but a very clear position, with a confidence and attitude of "I know him, it's not suitable, it's not what you said", which is not the reaction of ordinary friends at all. It must be a tone of deep and private cognition.

And he didn't interrupt the evaluation of the other dancer, but then he extended from analyzing the dance itself to personality and dance style preferences, and finally said that I don't like him dancing these. This is completely a manifestation of the desire for control... It's not about controlling him as a person, but controlling this definition (I don't know how to describe it). For example, "I know him much better than you. What you see is sexiness and dancing, but I know that he is not that type in his bones, and he doesn't need to rely on this to be established." It is completely the right to speak between lovers. He doesn't accept others praising Xiao Zhan's sexiness, but he is unhappy that others look at him and understand him in a superficial way.

And he didn't say that he danced badly, but analyzed his personality. These things don't belong to the context of occasionally chatting about celebrity gossip, but a position of "I know his daily state".

It's not just saying that the style is not suitable, or using a lot of theoretical words to evaluate, but from the perspective of "I know him best", maintaining his image, defining his suitability and unsuitability, and even expressing my own preferences.

If he doesn't care, there is no need to say so much, in fact, it is still expressing that I am the one who knows him best, and swearing ownership 🤟🏻

-END.

[scootersscooter]

Something about Lex being so certain she was going to die in Toy Zone and her dying wish being that her sister never needed her the way that she had needed her, that Hannah would be strong enough to escape the mall and still make it out of Hatchetfield to California even if she had no one by her side when she got there

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this ask meme: Lord Huron Lyric Prompts

Shadowheart - "I had a name but they took it from me."

Some more Shadowzel for you, friend. :D Low-key kinda proud of this one.

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Shadowheart sits on her bedroll next to the fire, slowly working her way through one of the larger bottles of ale from the camp supplies. She squints tipsily at Buddy, who gives a slow blink back at her and gives a sleepy hoot. 

Lae’zel, sitting nearby, looks up from the dagger she is sharpening. “You should rest, fynh duj,” she says with a touch of muted, dry amusement, having watched her lover’s slow progression into inebriation over the course of the preceding hour. It is, perhaps, not the best use of her time given that they make for the Wyrmway in the morning - but on the other hand, it’s the most relaxed Lae’zel has seen her since the House of Grief, so it’s hard to protest too much. 

“Hmph. Not yet,” Shadowheart grumbles. She takes another swig from the bottle of ale next to her. Then, with a grunt, she squirms off of her bedroll and across the ground, until her head butts up against the owlbear’s feathery flank and she can settle in against his side. “There. That’s better…” she mumbles contentedly. 

Buddy has grown considerably in the weeks since he joined the camp; Jaheira says he is almost full-grown now. This causes some trouble, for he still sometimes acts as if he is still the size of a cub, which has led to more than one crushed tent in the times they’ve camped in Rivington and the Lower City. But he’s grown mellow overall, enjoying nights curled up by the fire with whoever happens to be awake latest - which, tonight, is Shadowheart and Lae’zel. 

He still, sometimes, touches that fear of wolves and wild things that Viconia drummed into Shadowheart’s soul. But she is learning to move past that, to push it away, and to find comfort in the rhythm, muted chirp growl of his breath when he allows her to snuggle against him like this. 

She takes another overlarge gulp of ale and leans back into Buddy’s bulk, turning slightly so she can stare at the owlbear’s massive head with sudden intensity.

Lae’zel sets the blade aside slowly, curling her legs under her. “What are you thinking about?” she asks.

Shadowheart starts, as if she’d forgotten anyone else was there. “Names,” she says, slurring only a little on the end of the word. “Mine. And his.”

As if he can tell she’s talking about him, Buddy lifts his head slightly and gives another drowsy, questioning hoot.

“Yes,” she murmurs. A long silence. “I had a name,” she goes on after a little while. “But they took it from me.” It’s loud enough that Lae’zel can hear it, but seems to be directed more towards herself - or perhaps to Buddy, who has dropped his head back to rest on his paws, watching her with his beady, dark eyes. “They took it from me. And they gave me a new one. Jenevelle. Shadowheart. First one… then the other.” 

She frowns. “And you - maybe you had some other name, or no name at all… but now you’re Buddy. We gave you that.”

Her eyebrows knit worriedly and she looks towards Lae’zel with a flash of uncharacteristic anxiety, inner struggle stripped bare by the coating of alcohol. “D��you think,” she asks unsteadily, “he’d rather be called something else?”

Lae’zel raises one eyebrow slowly. It doesn’t even occur to her to laugh, despite the rather pathetically soppy nature of the question. Nuance is sometimes lost on her, but even she is well aware it isn’t really the owlbear they’re talking about. “Perhaps,” she says slowly. “We could speak to him and see. Jaheira has magic for this purpose. If he wishes to be called something different, something he was called before - he has only to ask.”

Shadowheart squirms uncertainly. “Yes,” she mumbles. A pause. She fidgets with the ale bottle, turning it restlessly in her fingertips “He had a mother… and she’s dead now, but maybe she called him something, in some owlbear way… That’s important, right? It matters…” 

She swallows. There’s a subtle dampness around her eyes, flickering where the firelight catches it. “But maybe he likes Buddy. Because… because that’s what he’s called here. With his-- with his friends.” She flushes, her eyes flicking to Lae’zel and then rapidly away into the fire. “With people who love him now… that’s important too.”

“Perhaps,” Lae’zel agrees placidly. She shifts a little to one side so she can see Shadowheart more clearly, silhouetted by the flames rather than masked by them.

Shadowheart nods slowly. “It’s a good name,” she says, her voice lowering again until it’s almost inaudible. “He doesn’t have to be ashamed of it. Even if he had another…”

Lae’zel lets the silence stretch for a long time before she speaks again. “Who are you, fynh duj?” she asks, the rasp of her voice low and surprisingly gentle. “Who do you want to be?”

“Shadowheart,” Shadowheart whispers. “That’s my name. That’s who I am here, with you.”

[restlessthio]

An idea for a print, or maybe keychains/acrylic charms =) (which would y’all rather have??)

I rewatched a bunch of Conan eps (and made my parents watch it- they loved it!) and I really like how much Heiji helps out ☺️

[beatcroc]

alright kids we fuckin did it

and even managed to first try s-rank the final boss somehow. crazy. im pretty sure that's the only s rank i got in the entire game.

so why did i do it? how do i feel? most of the experience of playing 06 is stuff that really only matters being experienced in the moment, but i took a shot at trying to quantify why i went out of my way to play sonic 06 anno domini 2024, with some subsequent thoughts about each after having finished.

1. silver is there. i like him. it seems most people do these days; no doubt largely due to the comics, but that was absolutely not the case upon his debut. i wanted to see where the character started and if there was truly Anything salvageable from his initial appearance, or if there are any throughlines to his current characterization. verdict: yeah, like, way more than i thought there was going to be actually. it solidly exceeded my expectations here. obviously, i was will to be EXTREMELY lenient about him because hes my special little guy and he is SUCH a gift in idw; but even so he never really did anything like, wrong. like as a character i mean. he's a little annoying sure, but so are most of the characters in this game. i know this would have been infinitely worse back when it was his only appearance, but UNLIKE most of the characters in this game, he is at least also consistent. all in all he's still just kind of a hasty little fuckup here, which is much of why i like him in present.

2. the general notoriety of it. everyone knows sonic 06 is bad. you hear lots of insane stuff about all the various ways in which 06 is bad, but they all feel like such disconnected points by now. you need to get the whole picture you know. the full breadth of it. i think cultural significance for being dogshit is just as interesting as cultural significance for being brilliant. verdict: its so bad. its fascinating. there really were quite a few cool ideas in here but the execution of them all is consistently so, SO baffling. there's the utter lack of polish and functionality yeah, but even underneath that in its base design it there is just so much that's so inherently unintuitive. one really does have to wonder about it. i must, however, stress that poor execution on decent ideas [or in some cases decent execution on bad ideas like, say, omega's fucking bizzare characterization here, and really most of the plot in general especially wrt to elise] is far more forgivable to me than no ideas [most of the boost-era games If I Am Being Frank], or cool ideas with No execution [sonic forces. [i played through it about right in the middle of my 06 journey and it's amazing how that game is like the exact opposite kind of bad from 06. that one is the kind that really pisses me off, as it turns out! you would not believe how hatermoded i got during forces' short duration.]

3. it had a lot more going on than i'd realized. i'd kind of always just held 06 as "the sonic and silver game and sometimes i guess shadow is there also?" but the more i heard about it it was like "wait blaze is in this game? how does that work??" "omega is in this game? AMY is in this game???? PLAYABLE????? how does all that fit together???". in more recent years i've heard people refer to 06 as 'the last sonic game where they really tried', and now that i know my own disdain for boost era games and gameplay was NOT just me being a shitty teen, i figure it would be interesting to see what all that was about. now that the series has returned from its, shall we say, prodigal son arc, i'm in general a lot more willing to explore where things went awry. verdict: turns out it did not in fact fit together very well at all, but again, i respect a blundered attempt at something like this far more than the subsequent several years of "sonic and his one wacky gimmick partner" games that followed. i think anyone genuinely praising this game and its Quite Frankly Pretty Damn Bad characterization is insane, but i do understand the respect for its ideas; and i definitely understand the 'this game could be so good if it was good'-type obsessions. it's certainly a type i am prone to but fortunately it did not get to me with 06.

4. hubworlds. this isn't a full point in and of itself, but it's why i decided to just play the damn game as it is instead of playing project 06 and/or watching the cutscenes on youtube. it feeds largely into the second point of just wanting to experience it as a whole package; but also i just generally like the idea of hubworlds in sonic, and i like that they have missions in them here. verdict: there's not a verdict for this one as it wasn't a question or a curiosity i had. naturally, they're also not good, but i didn't go in expecting to enjoy the sonic 06 hubworlds. i just think they're nicer than only having a map screen or level select.

all in all i think it's kind of impossible for me to hate sonic 06. like at this point you know what it is. you know what it's known for, its reputation far preceeds it. i've dealt with my fair share of janky games, and it actually wasn't nearly as uniquely unplayably nonfunctional as i was expecting. it's bad but it's the amusing kind of bad, and though there's certainly no laughing with it, if you aren't laughing at it you're laughing a yourself for deliberately choosing to play this stupid fucking game 18 years later.

[justablah56]

they should invent a job that I can do and I don't have to drive super far to get to

[quilleth]

Write the incredibly self-indulgent fluff you want to see in the world, even if it will never see the light of day xD

[cheriekos]

🫠

[blackwaxidol]

A second bug ass drawing has hit the dashboard...

Her metasoma has a sort of raised petiole structure comprised of muscles you would find at the base of an animal's tail; sacrocaudalis, coccygeus, levator ani, rectococcygeus, et cetera.

It is fairly flat, sort of cockroach-esque. Doesn't hold any reproductive structures beyond a shallow bursa copulatrix and such.

Without the metasoma—

[britneyshakespeare]

what is incredibly annoying about the internet is that someone's argumentative-toned political vent post can circulate to a few hundred or thousand people and be generally agreed with by people seeing their broader point, and then be screenshotted and circulated again by ppl who mostly also saw it the first time around, but it's vituperatively disagreed with while picking apart the original post's wording to imply that the original poster meant something particularly stupid or wrong when what is being attacked is not the actual point.