#the mc was not like other girls™

[tinytownofhatchetfield]

I'm sorry to the ALW fandom, but Starkid's Cinderella's Castle is going to be everything Bad Cinderella tried (and failed) to be

[muqingslover]

Hii!! Love your writing!!

I wanted to ask if you have any hc about the lads men as fathers? For example, my hc was that Xavier is a boy dad that makes sure his kid will not end up listening to those "alpha podcasts" because he sets the example of a gentle yet "i slayed over 70,000 wanderers", kind yet assertive man. HOWEVER, since the level 175 affinity interaction came out, I'm 100% hes a girl dad raising his daughter to be a strong and independent woman (like the MC he loves dearly). What do you think?

[ my first ask! yahooo! thank you, pookie! I'll give you my thoughts in general (a big mix of everything) but if anyone wants one of the boys in more detail then feel free to ask because I have more to share! ]

Alright maybe this is a hot take but I don't think he wants children, like at all.

Xavier does NOT like sharing. He's literally jealous of himself for goodness sake and he really, reaaaally, does not want to share you, especially not with clingy children that would take almost if not all of your attention and also his sleep.

In-game he's also shown to not be super fond of children in general which I find hilarious.

He's lived a long life, sacrificed everything and everyone for you, and spent the rest of his years searching for you. He believes he has the right to be a bit selfish and keep you to himself. Let's be honest, he's earned it.

He does want children, but he is the type to plan for it. And I mean *plan*.

Out of everyone, he understands the best what it means for both your body and mental health the changes pregnancy would bring (including the chance of postpartum depression and other complications) so there would be a looooong discussion before anything happened.

When putting together the nursery it's like he's preparing for the apocalypse and not a baby "We might need this" (you won't be needing it), "This was made with [chemical], it could be toxic for you or the baby." "Zayne, it's just a plastic spoon."

Absolutely not as cool as he leads you to believe. You have this man stressed™ but he is so, soooo patient.

He'd be very serious about follow-up appointments and he'll make time for the both of you no matter what.

GIRL DAD ! GIRL DAD ! GIRL DAD !

100% victim of waking up covered in silly drawings and bows in his hair but he says before him than his poor white walls.

You have your hands full monitoring these two that love to sneak around and stuff their cheeks full like hamsters with sweets.

Now this man wants a whole LITTER if you'll let him.

Hear me out: TRIPLETS. Oooor, twins with a younger sibling right after. Maybe one more if you are really brave.

This was not planned at all, but when you tell him he's so happy he'd be in actual tears while hugging you.

Luke and Kieran are over the moon about it too. They'd be so cute with the children because they get to be big bros now and they take their role very seriously.

Sylus would pull out his phone or coat and it would be covered in cute stickers. He takes no action in getting rid of it though because he loves it.

Those children are S P O I L E D. You have to take the role of saying no otherwise he'd take over the world just because his baby asked to be queen of the world on a random Thursday.

I think he's on the same boat as Xavier but for different reasons.

I have some...perhaps...controversial takes on this little guy in general so I'll leave it open for your interpretation hehe

love him though<3

I know I know everyone says he'd be the best girl dad but PLEASE pleaaaase give this man a little boy.

If you think women's baby fever are bad just wait until you see Caleb's

He would draw on your belly bump where he thinks the baby is and talk to him even while you're asleep

This guy is taking lessons about pregnancy, how to support you during birth and he is 100% in one of those moms group chat.

"Caleb we do not need another onesie—" "But look! Look how cute it is! Oh, and the little hat? C'mon angel, please?" (Ban him from shopping by himself because he comes back with WAY too many things you do not need)

He loves and I mean LOVES matching clothes. From silly costumes, to pajamas and outside outfits.

So. Many. Pictures. He takes pictures all the time to keep them as memories because if something were to happen where you or he lost their memories again then they'd forever be preserved :(

[ I have so much more to say about this but maybe I'll just make a separate post for each of them ]

[therhythmafterthesummer]

hard thought :

chris feeling his rut coming, his girl coming home with her male coworker’s scent on her, chris fucking her brains out and painting her cunt in his cum, breeding her to bits, fluffy aftercare.

HELP THIS IS GONNA BE ON MY MIND FOREVER!!

anon i hate you (i love you) because this ask.... THIS ASK.... i couldn't stop thinking about this ask. it literally made me black out and next thing i knew there were words in my google docs and.... yeah. again, might as well share it JKSDFHSKJDFH (this is barely proof-read, sorry, i was literally possessed writing this sdfhsjkdf)

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k | Warnings: smut · established relationship · chubby/curvy MC · Chris’ POV · mandatory Christopher is Intense™ warning · pet names · possessiveness · unprotected penetration (no barrier method, but BC is used) · praising · creampie · breeding kink · copious amounts of fluids (concerningly so. but this is some monster fuckery, what else would you expect?)

It wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.

“C–Chris, b–baby…”

“Hm? What is it, pretty? Want me to stop?”

You shook your head, nuzzling your face on the bed sheets. Chris could feel his heart swell in his chest, you were just how he wanted you to be… moaning, whining, saying his name and only his name.

But, still, it wasn’t enough.

Whenever you came home from work, with the smell of your coworkers all over you, he typically didn’t mind. It was only natural for you to smell like other people after spending all day with them, just like he probably did, too. But today, the smell of your male colleagues on you triggered something in him, something primal that was usually perfectly kept at bay.

You didn’t even question it when he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you from behind while you washed a pot in the sink. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for him to cling to you.

‘Are you a wolf or a koala?’ you’d ask him sometimes, which always made him chuckle.

Today, Chris didn’t chuckle at the question. He simply buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking your skin, trying to get rid of any traces of foreign scents–or rather, trying to leave his behind.

Sneaking a hand under your shirt, he held your soft belly, squishing and kneading your flesh while his other hand was too busy caressing your hips. ‘…Right now? I’m a wolf, pretty. A very horny wolf’.

Which was how you both ended up here.

With a hand between your shoulder blades, Chris kept your upper body pressed to the mattress, while the other diligently rubbed circles on your clit, making you clench harder around his length, ripping a low growl from deep within his chest. The sound was barely audible, but it was certainly there, mingling with the slapping of skin that seemed to bounce off of the walls as he kept fucking you from behind.

The feel of the soft, supple flesh of your bum against his skin was absolutely delectable, and the squelching sounds coming from where your bodies met were starting to make Chris lose his mind. How many times had he come? Two? Three? He wasn’t sure. The only thing he was sure of was that it wasn’t enough. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect”, Chris’ pace picked up, eliciting a desperate whine from your lips. “Perfect and mine. Right? Just mine?”

Tightening your grip on the bed sheets, seeking his forearm with your free hand, you simply nodded, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Say it”, Chris spoke between gritted teeth, speeding the movement of his fingers on your clit, determined to get you to your peak. Well, to another peak…

How many times had you come? Three? Four? He didn’t know, and at this point, he didn’t care. Once again, all he knew was that it wasn’t enough.

“Y–yours”, you could barely speak, and had Chris been a bit more coherent he would’ve probably slowed down. But as it was now, he simply couldn’t. If anything, the faintness in your voice made him go faster, chasing not only the feel of your skin hitting his, but also the delicious feel of your tightness dragging back and forth around him. “Close…”

“Close?” Chris could certainly tell you were close. The smell of your arousal wrapped around every single one of his nerve endings, your heart was beating so fast and loud in your chest it was mingling with his own heartbeat in his ears.

The vice grip of your cunt clouded his mind, the feeling of you around him had him salivating, grunting, groaning… Tingles of pleasure ran up and down his spine, and he could feel his own orgasm nearing increasingly fast. 

“Can you take another load, pretty? Hm?”

He knew you could. After all, you’d already taken everything he had given you so far. But still, he desperately wanted you to say it, he needed you to say it.

You nodded again, whining, and something akin to the word ‘please’ left your mouth. That simple sound got him so incredibly close, so close he was starting to lose the little composure he had left in him.

“Need to…stuff you full, baby”, you didn’t say anything after the words left his mouth. You honestly didn’t need to, he could feel how hard you clenched as soon as he said it. “You like it, don’t you, love? When I fill you up? When I fuck my cum back in as deep as it can go?” 

You nodded, so eagerly he could feel his head start to spin.

That was exactly what he’d done this entire time, shoot his load into your warmth, only to keep fucking you even when you were already filled to the brim. It didn’t matter, though, because doing it once, twice, thrice, just wasn’t enough. Chris needed you to be as full of him as you could, he needed to give you more, as much as his body was capable of. And judging by how he’d not gone soft once the entire time, he just couldn’t stop until that primal need was fulfilled, until his inner wolf was satisfied.

Finally, you moaned his name, so prettily he almost felt blessed that he was able to hear you over and over again. With an assortment of loud swears, your whole body trembled with your release, and Chris finally removed his fingers from your sensitive nub. Instead, he brought both of his hands to your hips so he could pull you back to meet his thrusts when you clearly couldn’t do it on your own anymore.

He vaguely registered praising you for it. He could feel his heart swell with pride, not only because of how good he’d made you feel, but also for how well you’d done for him, for how well you’d taken it all. Satisfied mate, perfect mate, mine, just for me, soft mate just for me…

“Gonna–Fuck, pretty, gonna stuff you so fucking full…”

With a low, drawn out growl, Chris finally let himself go. The undeniable satisfaction of an orgasm always seemed to triple whenever he got to pump you full of his cum, and today, at this very moment, nothing had felt quite as fulfilling as this did.

Even when he came, though, he didn’t stop moving. He vaguely registered the sting of overstimulation, but he just couldn’t stop. All you did was take it. Take anything and everything he had to give as quiet whimpers fell from your lips and your nails dug on his forearm. 

“Need to…” He was panting, groaning, and he could barely hear anything over his beating heart in his ears. “Need to make sure it sticks….”

Chris was delirious, for sure. Nothing would stick. It never did, you were protected in that regard, but his numerous orgasms had his logical, human mind completely disconnected from reality. All he had left were his wolf instincts, those instincts that urged him to claim you in the utmost primal way possible, those instincts that urged him to give you a part of himself, that urged him to breed you.

One, two, three, four thrusts, and he finally stilled, groaning. A shiver ran up and down his spine, and before he could even stop himself, he collapsed, squishing you between his body and the mattress when your knees finally gave out under his weight.

Even through the haze, he couldn’t help but wonder if you could feel how hard his heart was beating against your back.

“Fuck, baby, you okay?” Chris was panting still, his mind foggy, oscillating between this moment in your shared bedroom and somewhere deep within himself.

You laughed. A hearty laugh, albeit a bit strained. “Are you?”

The sound brought to the forefront of his heart all that undeniable love he felt for you, dissipating some of that fogginess in his brain. Chris couldn’t help but laugh as well. 

Carefully, he peeled his body away from you, leaving the warmth of your inner walls in the process, which honestly shouldn’t have made him feel this irrationally sad. His erection was finally going down, he’d been hard for so long, but only now did he register how sore he was.

As soon as he kneeled on the bed, with his hands on your bum, spreading you open to see bucket loads of his cum trickling out of your abused hole, he felt himself twitch, and for a microsecond he feared the cycle would start all over again.

Thankfully, it didn’t.

Chris simply heaved a sigh of relief, absentmindedly staring at your centre, at your mixed fluids oozing out of you and soiling your bed sheets in the process.

It dawned on him then just how desperately needed this, which puzzled him a bit. Sure, he’d be the first to admit he loved to be all over you, but he genuinely felt like he couldn’t breathe until he stuffed you as full of his cum as he possibly could.

“Baby?” Your voice snapped him out of the daze he was in, making him blink. 

Looking back at your face, he was met with a teasing–yet a bit tired–smile on your lips. “Hm?”

“You weren’t listening were you?” 

Chris felt himself flush. Had you spoken? He hadn’t heard a single thing. Was he that pussy drunk? He supposed he couldn’t blame himself for it. Not when you were the girl of his dreams, not when you were almost glowing in your post-orgasmic bliss, not when he was this unequivocally in love.

He simply shook his head in response, ignoring the heat he felt spreading from his chest to the back of his neck. 

“I asked if you were enjoying the view, Christopher”, you chuckled, and it made him smile.

He licked his lips, returning his eyes to your drenched folds, just in time to see more of him coming out. You totally did that on purpose, and he couldn’t help but scoff a chuckle, finally letting go of your buttocks so he could land a smack on one of them, right before he laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. 

“I was”, he admitted, because what would be the point of lying to you? If there was one thing he could be with you, it was being honest. Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, holding you tighter. “I love you”.

“Mmm… Love you, too”, was all you mumbled back, tucking your head under his chin, and draping a leg over his hip, pulling him closer to you. “I’m okay, by the way”.

“Good”, with his index and thumb on your chin, he pulled your face up, enough so he could kiss you. Probably the softest kiss he’d initiated since this all started. “I’m okay, too. More than okay”.

You both stayed there for a while, just kissing, cuddling, sharing some warmth, until Chris asked if you’d like a bath, to which you immediately agreed.

Now, with his back against the tub, and with you between his legs, your back against his chest, he simply held you close as you told him about your day. Chris listened intently, massaging your soft body under the water in an attempt to soothe your achy limbs while you spoke to him. 

In here, all he could smell on you now was your floral scent and the smell of your shared home, which probably meant you also smelt like him. The realisation, along with the sound of your voice, helped his muscles relax. Finally, he was at ease.

Chris told you about his day, too. Nonessential information about things he’d done, or office gossip that he knew you’d enjoy listening to. Even when you eventually turned to face him, grabbing his shampoo and lathering your hands.

“Babe”, your fingers glided through his hair, massaging in his shampoo on his scalp. Chris would admit he enjoyed this more than he thought he ever would. Just looking at your face this close, feeling the soft movement of your hands on his head… It always felt incredibly intimate and soothing. So much so he was sure that, had he been in his wolf form, his tail would be wagging right now. “I think your rut is coming very soon”.

His eyes widened. He started doing the math in his head, had that much time passed already? “Shit, you might be right”.

“Might?” You chuckled, using a cup to gather water from the tub so you could rinse the shampoo out of his hair. “I am right, baby. You don’t just pump me full of your cum four times in a row for no reason”.

A smile made its way onto his lips. He looked you in the eyes, relishing the galaxies he could see in them, ignoring how fast his heart started to beat at the sight. It wasn’t the feeling he needed right now, not when he wanted to tease you effectively. “You were begging for it, too, though”.

Finally done with his hair, you cradled his face in your hands, staring right back at him. “That’s ‘cause I love it when you stuff me full of your cum, Chris”.

The fine hairs at his nape stood on end, and he had to make the conscious effort not to shiver. Bringing his hands to your waist, Chris pulled you closer. “Pretty, if I fuck you again today I’ll have to be hospitalised for dehydration. Don’t just casually drop that on me, God…”

You chuckled, leaning in, kissing him tenderly, and he simply melted under the soft movement of your lips on his.

You were right, though. His rut was surely coming soon, probably sometime next week… He’d have to start making arrangements soon, just like you had to, too.

Food had to be prepared, drinks had to be bought, PTO had to be confirmed, and any sexual activities had to be stopped to make sure your body was well rested enough for what was to come. Chris couldn’t let himself go like he did today, he didn’t want to inadvertently hurt you later because of his idiotic wolf urges…

Everything else could wait until tomorrow, though. Tonight, the only thing that mattered to him was enjoying your company and your warmth.

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[yuri-game-tournament]

Yuri VN Tournament Semifinals

HEATWAVE vs The Curse of Kudan

Info and propaganda under the cut! Not guaranteed to be spoiler-free

HEATWAVE

Description/Propaganda: Catgirl Suffers in Capitalist Hellscape : for those with a the taste for the more mature and erotic themes, aka Real Toxic Yuri™, HEATWAVE shows the story of Angel, a critter so ruined by society she has been stripped of her humanity to the point where she is an it. when a stone cold butch writes up some papers to literally own Angel as a pet, the two go onto traverse through the non euclidean hellhole that is a "HEATWAVE", and during their travel it is hard to tell if its the sweltering permanent sun or all that sexual tension between these two that burns hotter

Additional Info/Content Warnings: ADULTS ONLY, Flashing Lights, Age Gap, Ryona, Self Harm, Piss, Religious Abuse, Dehumanization, Dubcon/Noncon

The Curse of Kudan

Description/Propaganda:

Horror(ish) mystery VN with two LIs. The MC solves various mysteries related to paranormal events in the first three chapters, then gets a romance ending with whichever girl she spent the most time with: either her ladylike cooking instructor Touko, or her fashionista friend from the paranormal research club, Koto. It's written by the same writer as Flowers which might be a plus for people, the art is very nice, and it's fun to have a yuri VN with a horror theme (even though the horror elements are really really light). The romance is honestly pretty light too, and it feels like a lower budget title since a lot of scenes don't have backgrounds when I feel like they should, but it feels pretty different from a lot of yuri VNs I've read because of the atmosphere and the main subject matter (aka solving paranormal mysteries).

Additional Info/Content Warnings:

The main character is 16, Koto I believe is also 16, but the other love interest, Touko, is 21. There are no explicit r18 scenes in the game, but a romance between a teenager and a 21 year old might make people feel uncomfortable. There is a CG of the MC and Touko lying in bed together naked (you can't see anything explicit), but it happens after a 3 year timeskip so the MC is 19 in this scene.

[shadowtriovibes]

your memory is ecstasy

Pairing: Richard Jackdaw x f!MC

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, Sex With A Ghost

Summary: i blame the jackdaw girlies for this one (i love you all). pretty much just a couple thousand words of Sex With A Ghost™

“Someone like me, I can only look,” he tells you softly. “I’ll never touch.” “Looking is something, I suppose,” you reply. “If – if you wanted, I’d let you look.” “You would, hmm?” he murmurs as he leans toward you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a tempting offer. Years, in fact.” “That’s a shame,” you answer as your eyes dart down to his lips. “Let me, then.”

Most of the time, the detention chamber in the dungeons beneath the Great Hall is one of the coldest rooms in the entire castle. On nights like this, however, with countless ghosts congregating just down the hallway, there’s an additional chill in the air.

At Sir Nicholas’ invitation, you’d joined the Headless Hunt for one of their frequent parties deep beneath the castle. Your thoughtful offering of some rotten roast beef from the kitchens had been much appreciated by the men of the Hunt, but it wasn’t long after you arrived that the gaggle of ghostly women in their centuries-old fashions started to draw their eyes toward the dance floor.

One who doesn’t float toward the center of the room is Richard Jackdaw. Instead, he sits in an alcove far away from the ghostly banquet table, and when you make your way over to politely thank him once more for his help in your search back in your fifth year, he invites you to join him for a pint.

“Do the house elves bring you this mead?” you ask curiously, pouring yourself a mugful from a very real bottle on the table.

“I’m not actually sure where it comes from,” he answers. “But whenever a live one such as yourself joins us and pours some, it’s always fun. Makes this wretched dungeon smell a lot more like a real pub.”

“Well, then I’m happy to be of service,” you say as you raise your glass in cheers to him.

The two of you fall into an easy conversation while you drink. You ask him questions about his postmortem adventures with the Hunt, and he listens as you tell him about your more recent explorations along the Clagmar Coast.

“May I ask, what does your Slytherin paramour think about all this adventuring?” he asks you with a cheeky grin. “I see you didn’t bring him this evening.”

“O-oh, we’re not – I’m not courting anyone,” you quickly explain. “We’re just friends.”

“I think that may be news to the poor young man,” Richard laughs. “But I’ll take your word for it.”

Eventually, the more boisterous members of the Hunt kick up a frenzy as they argue over the outcome of their latest journey to the Forbidden Forest, challenging each other to duels with their transparent swords drawn.

“What do you say we continue this conversation somewhere a bit quieter?” Richard offers. “I’ve no interest in participating in yet another pointless skirmish.”

“I know a place,” you offer, and moments later he joins you in the detention chamber, luckily devoid of any delinquent students at this late hour.

As you place an anti-unlocking charm on the door, you call out, “I suspect you probably spent many hours here as a student.”

“Guilty as charged,” he laughs.

You take a seat in the middle of the room on the cold tile floor. Compared to the ghosts’ party, this room feels several degrees warmer, and the cool stones feel quite nice against your palms as you sit cross-legged across from Richard, who floats a few millimeters above the ground.

“They’ve been particularly restless lately,” he says apologetically, nodding in the direction of the dungeon party. “Always trying to show off, especially when one of the most beautiful living girls in the castle chooses to grace us with her presence.”

You blush softly and duck your head.

“I could watch you blush all day,” he says boldly. “What a breathtaking thing it is to blush — to be alive, really.”

Suddenly you can understand how Richard earned himself his reputation as a shameless rake in his time.

“Were you this flirtatious during your time?” you ask him, unable to hide your grin. “You and your Apollonia?”

He snorts derisively. “Apollonia was never mine, in any sense of the word.”

That makes you pause, curious.

“Richard,” you ask softly. “Have you ever… when you were alive, were you ever, er – with a woman?”

“Was I with a woman?” he asks, bemused. “Do you mean in the company of women? Quite a few, as it happens.”

“No,” you say, laughing nervously. “I – I meant, did you ever know a woman? Biblically.”

You’re thankful that the semi-darkness of the room hides how your blushing cheeks go even redder.

“Ah,” he murmurs. “You mean sexually.”

“I do,” you whisper. “It’s… just that you seem–”

“I wasn’t,” Richard interjects. “In my time, a century ago now, it wasn’t appropriate. I hadn’t married, I wanted to finish school first, and… and I thought I’d have plenty of time.”

“You should have,” you say softly.

“That’s my own damn fault,” he says with a rueful grin. “But it’s neither here nor there. To answer your question, I never had any relations with a woman. I’d wanted to, especially with Apollonia, and in a vague sense with plenty of gorgeous women I knew back then.”

You shift a bit, drawing your knees closer together. “So, you… you never even saw a woman?”

Richard purses his lips. “Well, I shan’t say that.”

“Oh?” you ask.

“Being a ghost does come with some perks,” he teases. “Over the years I’ve drifted in and out of countless spaces that amorous couples thought would be private. I’ve even been invited into some such spaces by curious schoolgirls like you.”

“Richard!” you squawk. “You’ve had affairs with students?!”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he teases you. “Darling, you’re hardly the first witch to develop a crush on this ill-fated adventurer.”

You pout and lean in closer. The cold emanating from his body is strange, but not unwelcome.

“Someone like me, I can only look,” he tells you softly. “I’ll never touch.”

“Looking is something, I suppose,” you reply. “If – if you wanted, I’d let you look.”

“You would, hmm?” he murmurs as he leans toward you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a tempting offer. Years, in fact.”

“That’s a shame,” you answer as your eyes dart down to his lips. “Let me, then.”

Richard watches you with dark eyes as you carefully stand up from the floor. He tugs his ascot loose while you slip your dress up over your head, and he smiles amusedly when you tap the tip of your wand against your back to make your corset go slack.

“If there’s a silver lining to becoming a ghost,” he drawls, “it’s that I’ve been given the chance to see how fashion for you witches has become more and more revealing over the years.”

“I’ve heard Muggle women are bringing up their skirts higher and higher,” you tease him, mimicking your words by pulling the slip of your chemise up to the tops of your thighs.

As you tug the garment up over your head and let it fall to the ground, Richard sits back on his hands and nods toward his lap – a blatant invitation. While you can’t actually sit, you’re able to kneel across his opaque form as if you were straddling him. The cold emanating from his body isn’t bothersome like this, you think; it’s more like a soothing balm, against your skin where you’re radiating heat.

“Can you feel that?” you ask him softly. “Where I’m warm?”

“No,” he tells you, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him look downcast all evening. “But I can see you.”

With your pile of clothes happily abandoned, you’re fully nude straddling his form. Where other men might ordinarily put their hands on you, you’re left wanting for touch. Nevertheless his pale eyes roam over your form and fill you with a heat that seems inconceivable given his ghostly pallor.

“Lovely,” he says appraisingly. “What I’d give to feel you, feel the weight of you on top of me.”

“Richard,” you sigh happily. “Tell me more.”

“Hmm, what should I tell you?” he wonders aloud. “Would you think me wicked if I told you how much I wish I could press my lips to your breast until you’re writhing in my lap?”

“No,” you whine. “No, I wouldn’t, I want you to.”

“Touch yourself, then,” he instructs.

Richard groans under his breath while you cup your breasts in your hands, tracing your thumbs across your hardening nipples until they peak so temptingly just in front of his mouth. You know you’re getting wet between your thighs, and you wonder what will happen when your arousal becomes so much that you threaten to drip – ordinarily you’d simply stain your lover’s trousers with it, but this time you suspect you’ll leave a filthy mess on the floor.

The thought makes you squirm and moan.

“That’s it,” Richard murmurs. “Now, do you like touching yourself elsewhere, dear one?”

“Yes,” you admit with a shy smile. “Though now every time I do, I’ll imagine a deviant ghost may be watching me.”

“You won’t need to imagine,” he says cheekily. “Will you show me?”

You sit back on your heels before sitting down on the cold floor, letting your legs spread while you prop yourself up with one hand. Your other hand traces down the front of your body to the apex of your thighs. When you touch your entrance and discover how slick you are already, you shiver.

“Merlin’s beard,” he grits out. “Your cunt looks positively greedy. I’m sure you’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you keen, hungrily eyeing his translucent hand as he reaches toward your body.

Richard scoffs under his breath. “Men like Nicholas, the others in the Hunt, they’ve had actual lifetimes to enjoy the body of a woman.”

You shiver as he traces his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, goosebumps rising in the wake of his supernaturally chilling, yet not-quite-there touch.

“They’ve had conquests, they’ve had… love, I suppose,” he continues. “But not me.”

“Richard,” you whimper, high and needy and utterly shameless.

“And now, they spend their days and nights trying to coax you sweet, obliging little schoolgirls into bringing them rotten meats,” he says, a derisive sneer on his lips. “As if we even have appetites for food anymore. Trust me, lovely, that sort of thing fades.”

He shifts closer while you rub slow circles over your clit, watching how your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“But this, this never fades,” Richard confesses. “If I could put my lips to your skin and taste you here.. Darling, I’d sooner starve rather than chase the taste of anything else on my tongue.”

“Come closer,” you plead. “Just – as close as you can.”

You sit back on one elbow and keep your other hand between your thighs. With your fingers you spread yourself open, gasping softly as the cold air reaches the sensitive skin near your entrance.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbles. “You’re a fierce temptress, love.”

He leans in close to the apex of your thighs — so close that the tip of his nose could trace along the delicate crease of your hip, if he could truly lay his hands on your skin.

“I could swear I can smell you,” he says in a low voice. “Merlin, you smell like… like musk, and sweat, and skin. Sex. All this humanity, I could get drunk on it.”

“I wish you could taste me,” you confess. “I wish you’d put your tongue on me – in me, even.”

“I would,” he tells you. “I’d pleasure you however I could, with my mouth or my hands or… Anything you like, I’d give it to you.”

You slide two fingers inside yourself, curling them inward and whimpering as you press against the sensitive spot deep inside you that makes you wail when you’re alone in your bed, Muffliato cast to keep your roommates none the wiser.

“I want to see you,” you admit to him. “C-can you – are you able to…?”

“Yes,” he tells you. “Yes, I can touch myself. Shall I show you?”

You grind the heel of your palm against your clit while Richard opens the front of his trousers. When he sits back on his knees between your thighs, he lets you take a look at his hard length.

“Merlin, I want to touch you,” you sigh. “Or taste you.”

Richard smirks at you as he starts to slowly stroke himself. “I’ll have you know, I used to wonder whether women craved men’s bodies the way we so desperately crave yours. Women in my time would never dream of admitting it, but you nineteenth-century girls are so… eager.”

For a while you both fall silent, letting the other watch while you bring yourselves pleasure with your hands. Richard’s eyes are fixed firmly on your entrance as you pump two and eventually three fingers inside yourself, desperate moans tumbling from your lips. While he watches, he fucks his hand in time with your movements. What little you can see of his core is taught and well defined, and you think it’s an unbearable shame that he was killed before he had the chance to use his body for what it seems to so clearly have been built for.

“Please,” you beg, for nothing in particular. “Please, Richard.”

“Go on, love,” he grunts. He sounds for all the world like one of today’s wizards – alluring, commanding, firm. “Show me, I want to see you let go.”

You collapse onto your back as your orgasm is wrenched from you, arching against the stone while you buck against your hand and, as you’d predicted, leave a telltale mess on the ancient floor. Richard leans over you and drags his eyes down the length of your body before squeezing them shut and coming into his hand with a broken moan.

(There’s no mess from him, which isn’t really a surprise, but is still dissatisfying.)

After you’ve both redressed and have found a new spot on the floor to sit side by side, you ask him, “Is it… when you, er, climax, is it as good as when you were alive?”

“Quite honestly, I can’t remember,” he says with a laugh. “I suspect the answer is no, but since it’s been so long, I’m content with what I’ve got.”

“So what you’re saying is that we could do this again?” you ask with a teasing smile. “Perhaps tomorrow night, after everyone’s gone to bed…?”

“I’ll come find you,” he promises you with a matching grin on his lips. “Of course, you needn’t wait for me to get started, should you feel inspired.”

You whisper back, “If fact, I may do just that.”

[ddarker-dreams]

seeing that tag '#geto is growing on me' is bad for me as well BC ONCE (or like if) u decide to write yan gojo x reader x yan geto.....its over for me. do u hear me lock? its. over. for. me. u'll have to attend my funeral

i am. EXTREMELY tempted to make golden girl (and its yandere variation) exactly what you described. in one of my brainstorming sessions™, i was mapping out the relationships MC would have with the other characters and i realized the potential for post star plasma vessel arc was crazy. i'm still undecided on if MC will participate in the mission (i'm leaning toward her not, because there's no way toji wouldn't have killed her if she was there, thanks worm man), but the aftershocks? whew. whew boy.

MC's first year and second year will have a heavy gojo focus. the third year will delve more into her relationships with geto and shoko. gojo and geto both dealt with their tragic experience with riko very differently, which is what i want to explore. they both withdrew. geto withdrew into himself, gojo withdrew by making himself unavailable to those he'd been close with (whether he realized it or not).

this leaves MC in a tough spot. she wants to help her friends, but there's only so much you can do. shoko makes a point that "you shouldn't save others at the cost of losing yourself." this piece of advice goes unheeded. since gojo is often physically absent (and when he is around, he's different than she remembers, monopolizing her time and attention), but then there's geto. grief makes sense to her, more so than whatever gojo's deal is. so she tries pouring into geto.

since there's nothing i love more than dramatic irony — MC's attempts to convince that people are worth protecting, sorcerer or not, actually solidifies his position further. MC went through an existential crisis herself about something similar, only for her conviction to strengthen by the end of it. she thinks sharing the thought process that helped her will help geto. it kinda does at first. and then geto realizes this is the 'trap' that keeps jujutsu sorcerers forever stuck in the thankless cycle of exorcising until they die.

now, when he looks at MC, he sees the sweet, idealist morsel that the world loves chewing up and swallowing. he develops this weird preoccupation with proving to her that the world he envisions is better, in hopes that'd get her to come to her senses.

first year MC: almost dies due to jujutsu politics second year MC: +2 kids obtained from toji's defeat third year MC: accidentally helps kickstart her best friend's supervillain arc

graduation cannot come faster!!!!!!!!!! someone help her!!!!!!

[nagi-ddlcpolyblog]

The Genesis of nagi-ddlcpolyblog, Another DDLC Poly Blog

welcome one and all to my apparent attempt at killing my writer’s block. 

hi, I’m nagi (@miss-naginata), whom like five people total may know as naginata_gay_edition on the Archive of Our Own. simply put, polydokis has been on my mind recently. I haven’t had much energy for actual, proper writing even as the blorbos embed themselves into each ridge and crevice of my brain, and my solution appears to be this. I hope you have fun.

This polycule consists of all four girls plus a transfem MC. in here you’ll be seeing little dialogue bits, maybe a ficlet or two, and some occasional lore dumps extracted fresh from my friends’ DMs after I yap at them for long enough.

There will not be any NSFW content. I might get very mildly suggestive if I’m ever ballsy enough, but please don’t count on that or demand that from me. Feel free to send asks but also please treat me like a little glass doll if you do that ty /lh 

anyway, onto the summary, I guess

General Stuff

This AU takes place a good few years after the Literature Club happened (with some major alterations on that). In a sense, this whole thing is basically an alternate timeline to a fic I own - Of Wounds That Mend - and which I have not yet finished at all. Does this count as spoilers? I really hope not.

Everyone is in their twenties, are working jobs (except for one) and are all living an overall pretty normal life. They all have their complexes, occasional issues, but they love each other very much mwah mwah mwah

Monika

Monika works as an analytical chemist and part time girlfriend of five. Work is something that can be stressful (nevermind the work it took to get there), but her occupation is the one which brings the most income and she finds comfort in the fact that she’s dependable. She can be emotionally stunted and is prone to overworking, which has produced a kind of “girl who should be taken care of” title from her lovers. She learns to accept this and becomes all too willing to dive into someone’s arms the moment she gets home. At times she feels some guilt for accepting so much love and care, and it takes much elbow grease for her to realize she does deserve this, not for being the primary breadwinner, but because she’s loved and that’s all there is to it.

Sayori

Sayori is unemployed and, thanks to her self worth issues, feels very guilty for this, often attempting to “compensate” by doing work around the house (to Natsuki’s dismay, she really wants to help with cooking). She has the issue of being somewhat of a people pleaser, which takes some time to iron out as she accepts that she, too, is deserving of things she wants and needs. She’s treated as the oracle of love and affection in the polycule, not because everyone is bad at it in comparison, but because she has an Energy™ that draws everyone in for cuddles and head-scritches.

Natsuki

Natsuki works in a coffee shop with one of her girlfriends. She can be blunt and sassy and has a deep-knit urge to subvert her own feelings, but she’s very intimate and loving when given space. She once possessed a passion for writing that she eventually let go of throughout the years; this was soon reignited by two of her lovers’ shared enjoyment of the art. She enjoys getting into teasing fights with her girlfriends and play-wrestling with some (which, more often than not, ends in a ferocious make-out).

Yuri

Yuri is a trans woman who works entirely at home. She owns a literature critique YouTube channel with a microcelebrity following, but most of her income comes from her part-time job as a writer – every few months when a publisher wants her to work on a book. It is commonly hellish, but she, allegedly, does not regret turning her hobby into a career. Single copies of her books are in her bedroom, and they all have little notes from her lovers, ranging from “I’m so proud of you, love” to “missing hyphen.” She has a habit of being overly meek with her girlfriends, which is spawned from her reluctance to be forward with cisgender women due to internalized dysphoria and from the fact that she is the most recent addition to the polycule – in fact, the only one they didn’t meet in high school. It is, to them, very fun to fluster her and attempt to crack her shell.

Mabel

Mabel is also a trans woman. As implied before, she works a job at a coffee shop with one of her girlfriends, Natsuki. Unlike Yuri, she has not made a career out of writing, but she does do it recreationally. She once was extremely afraid of affection, but after years of prodding from her lovers she has grown to be very mushy with her fellow girls. She and Sayori have a strong bond that the rest of the polycule sometimes admires, sometimes feels jealous of, spawned from the sheer amount of time they’ve known each other for (almost their entire lives), and this is not helped by Sayori’s insistence on making jokes about having dibs on Mabel – and further not helped by Mabel’s insistence on being flustered by this behaviour.

*Mabel is a character originating from one of my fics and I have secretly spent the last few months being unhinged about her.

**also, this isn't exactly a roleplay blog and asks won't be answered in character. you can like, make asks in character if you want, but I won't humor that.

***if this becomes another short lived fixation i lose interest in then i have failed

[eeriepromis]

ABOUT ME

LaDs-centric account | Hey there! I’m JD, but you might know me as Eerie Promis or SonnyBeee. I don’t self-insert; for me, MC is just another character in the story. I call her Mei and always picture her original model when reading fanfics. I love exploring deep character dynamics, mythology, and layered storytelling. My writing thrives on tragic love, humor, and power struggles, with a focus on worldbuilding and emotional depth. I also enjoy unconventional ideas and "what if" scenarios - not because I favor one character over another, but because I love seeing different dynamics play out. I am a Caleb main, with Xavier as my secondary and Rafayel as my bestie - I like them all though. Still won't save any of them from any angsty ideas. (:<

Too many hobbies, switching between them depending on my latest obsession:

✖ Creative: Painting, graphic design, photography, writing, researching, symbolism deep dives, and drawing. ✖ Sports & Skills: Tae Kwon Do, badminton (but also, sleep), piano & drums (gave up on guitar 💀). ✖ Psychology & Typology: MBTI, Socionics, Enneagram, The Big Five - I’ve explored them all. ✖ Past RPG Life: Formerly super active in a Harry Potter RPG forum.

MY WRITING

I have tons of prompt ideas but not always time to write them. If something inspires you, feel free to use it! Just credit the prompt & drop a link - I’d love to read what you come up with! 🧡 I crosspost on AO3, Tumblr, and (sometimes) Reddit, but Tumblr is my main hub. You might also know me as SonnyBeee on Reddit or from my Google Doc "Eerie’s Guide Library".

✨ Welcome to my mind’s chaos - have fun exploring with me! ✨

FIND ME ON ᯓ✈︎

AO3 | REDDIT | [& Eerie Promis on the official Discord Server]

LaDs GUIDE FOR BEGINNERS AND ADVANCED PLAYERS

Eerie's Guide Library Here you can find a collection of several guides on Banners, Combat, Protocores, Abyssal and more. But also an Overview of the LaDs Timeline and Infos of the Love Interests and their Lores and Myths, Gacha Math if you're thinking about buying packs, and Check Lists. There are links to the sources included everywhere. You can copy the Doc to use the Check Lists, but I will be updating the original Doc.

PROMPTS & PREMISES [overview]

✖ Nightborn Syndrome [Magical Girl-AU] ✖ Chrono Rewrite [Time-Travel Fix-It | All LI | Genderbent!Caleb] ✖ MC dies & Caleb loses against the Chip [Caleb vs. MC] ✖ [soon] Daughter of the King-Traitor [Time-Travel | Xavier & Queen MC's Daughter]

DRABBLES [overview]

✖ Caleb's Failed Psychological Test [Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3] ✖ Paradox Unleashed [Catch-22 AU | Praedator's meet the Canon LI] ✖ Give it to me! [Time-Travel | Genderbent!Caleb, Zayne & MC Cameo] ✖ Optimal Weapons to Destroy Each Other [Caleb vs. MC | Loss of Control] ✖ Anomaly Detected: Meet Yourself, Colonel [Battle against Self | Time-Travel] ✖ A Name to Call Their Own [Caleb, MC, Josephine | Adoption & Mistrust] ✖ The LaDs As Partners-In-Crime [+ Marauders Special] ✖ [soon] Between Light and Gravity [Xavier & Caleb | MC chose Rafayel]

ANALYSES [overview]

✖ Caleb's Failed Psychological Test Mini-Series ✖ The Meaning Behind Their Names ✖ Tragic & Angsty One-Liners for Caleb's Myth ✖ Caleb's Limited Myth - The Six-Winged Angel ✖ POV: You're Hugging Your Favorite LI - Here's What He Smells Like ✖ Caleb Foot Lore Drop™ ✖ Caleb Drama & Hypocrisy

[stacotto]

Got home from the GQuuuuuux movie and I have thoughts. Spoilers below.

First off, love the 0079 flashback, all the callbacks and series gags were great, had to keep myself from audibly cackling when Gallant Char started playing. The homoerotic subtext between Char and Challia was thick enough to cut with a knife and the man is still whipped 6 years later, he deduced that Shuji couldn't be Char because Char would never let anyone be the Top, prove me wrong.

Now onto the present, Machu is already in contention for best Gundam MC because my god, she's an absolute gremlin; @reneelovesrobots put it best, "The spirit of Garrod Ran lives on", she knows what she wants to do, has no idea what she's doing, and that's not gonna stop her. 10/10, no notes. Girl's got parkour skills on par with Trowa Barton, unfettered access to Wikipedia, enough smarts to outwit a smuggler twice over, and the hands-throwing energy of a small dog.

I like Nyaan. She's just trying to survive. She holds custody of the sole brain cell. She needs a nap. I can't help but also ship her and Machu because that meet cute was gayer than SuleMio's hand holding, Jesus fuck.

I love Shuji. He's not just weird, he's weird™. He's flat broke. He's an artist. He sniffs people. He may or may not be the test subject that vanished during the Zeknova. He's got a nice hat. I already ship him and Machu.

All the mobile suit designs look so much better in animation. I like the little detail of civilian mobile suits having blue monoeyes as an in universe visual indicator that they have no enabled combat software. I can't wait to see what kinds of new designs they come up with, along with other remixes of classic 0079 designs.

I love all the details that I picked up like what I believe to be mass production Gundam Types among the Green Base Sodon's mobile suit complement during the attack on Solomon or the fact that Machu's mom works for the the colony's Governor, who is also currently hosting Challia, who is keeping a very close eye on the GQuuuuuux's actions in the Clan Battle scene. Drama will be had.

All in all, I'm fucking jazzed and April can't come soon enough.

[culiehua]

Imagine: our beloved shadowhunters in a vampire diaries S4x22/23 type of scenario where the veil between the living and the dead falls and chaos ensues

angry dead people are back for unifinished business with the mcs, you name it, they face it

(hint hint it's terrible)

magnus & co. are looking for a way to bring it back up but it's difficult enough without the now corporeal walking dead terrorists

the veil separates the living and the ghosts of those who are not ready to move on but also other supernatural whatnots

meaning that demons frequently infiltrate the other side bc it's a parallel dimensional death realm but usually rarely find weaknesses in the veil to cross over (and be killed by "stupid hot people")

but the whole thing is gone so demons are flooding everywhere and it is not that great

because the dead can now become tangible again (if they want to that is), they do that, e.g. Valentine and his posse go for Clary, and there are just so many

(we'll get back to them)

Meanwhile in London, Yanluo has crawled his way into Cirenworth because demons can hold grudges forever and he still has quite the bone to pick with Wenyu, Yiwen and Elias' blood (i.e. Jem holds the #1 spot in his deathnote (yes yanluo has a deathnote in canon myth even though it works a bit differently))

and why give up such ample opportunity for petty revenge?

nobody at the Carstairs home knows what is going on however (Tessa is with Magnus in New York)

so Mina is ripped out of her cradle in the middle of the night and held hostage until Jem hears her cry

listen. my chinese violin man has seen some shit

in his long (but not as long as it could have been) life he has spent more time flirting with his death than most and seems practically unflappable atp

but this is a nightmare he's never been able to completely get over (because watching your parents die while being tortured is traumatic™)

so jem is restrained and absolutely terrified to his core bc this cannot be happening again

fate has a really fucked up sense of humor, he thinks

history repeating itself was not on his bingo card and he is not sure if it's him or his sweet sweet baby girl that is going to croak. After all that effort to stay alive

and he prays to the angel it's him. Anyone but little love Mina, and he wonders, distantly, if his mother had felt the same way when she died

(The anguish and agony forever carved into his memory and onto her face tell him she would have)

Yanluo's ready to strike and poison him again but instead get's flung to the other side of the hall

(no minas were harmed in this scene)

things are moving too fast for him to see but in his injury induced haze he swears he hallucinates the image of his mother reaching for him before passing out

when he wakes up again it's to a destroyed foyer and his crying baby in his Kit's arms who looks a lot worse for wear

so the fight had been real. he definitely didn't imagine that

But he soon comes to the realization that he must have imagined his mother in someone else's stead, coming to protect him. How pathetic of him. He'd have to thank them later.

He hasn't spotted the unsheathed Jian coverd in ichor on the left side of the room yet.

For a couple of minutes he takes deep breaths. It was over.

He's as calm as he could get under his circumstamces

But it's Kit's disgruntled throwaway comment that shatters all semblance of peace he's found

"What the heck? Wenyu never told me she could fight like that!"

(amidst it all, young brown eyes and golden ones meet over Kit's shoulder)

Back in New York, a desperate redheaded girl was surprised to see another pair of green eyes joining the chaos and helping her fight off Valentine

and maybe, though she'll never admit it to anyone but herself, a long standing heavy weight was now off her shoulders after this day

(and if she felt lighter than she has in a long time, nobody had to know.)

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

I'm glad for the Aurynn, Samira and Lilith/Lucien shippers.... ( and Nihm, I like you too and it will be in another life for sure. But I'm talking poly options now.)

But may I wax poetic and worship my King/Queen for a moment. And whisper to Kieran that since my eyes found him/her. There is no place for anyone else in them ?

Sorry, Aurynn. Sorry Samira. Sorry Lilith/Lucien. Your charms are great and I like poly a lot usually. But even if Kieran charms weren't superior. He/She would not need any.

Kieran only need for me to solely love him/her. Is for Kieran to exist.

It is not that I do not want poly. It is that the only person I would want to have a poly with Kieran (he/him). Is the other Kieran (she/her).

Aurynn and Samira will not be able to stand my MC. After she (absolutely) fail to hide her thinking about Kieran™ for the 374949 time. While she is lounging on a chair and looking forlorn as she move her fan absentmindedly. And her friends wonder what kinda witchcraft was at play to make her aroace "My sexual orientation is I'm not interested" ass be like that.

Do NOT tell her that Kieran is also on the ace/aro spectrum and want a family and children. She already has a hard squish for them. Romantic attraction will hit her like a brick.......

.........

But also do tell her. She need to annoy the hell out of Aurynn and Samira with all the romance books she has being reading and musing if Kieran would like to do that. And also do they think Kieran would like the names she picked for their 4 children. A boy, then one girl, another boy, and finally a girl. To keep thing balanced. Although firstborn could also be a girl. It doesn't matter. But the second will need to be a boy, to keep thing nice. Hmmm, but what if they have twins ? Omg, what about triplets ? Wait-

*MC goes on about extensive family planning. Then remember to think about planning if Kieran would want a "real" wedding. Aurynn and Samira probably regretting their life in the background.*

they can only listen to her pine for so long /j

pose ref skialdi

[monster-gender]

Honestly the more vaguely European-esque nobility stories, ascension stories, and fantasy isekai (and the various combinations of those things) that I read, the more I appreciate what Bookworm does.

Like for one, Myne is so much more interesting than almost any other protagonist in those stories that it's kinda funny. But also, I think I'm just too anti-monarchy to ever fully be sold on the specific brand of wish fulfillment that those stories usually have. Also a lot of them are really romance-centric, with any character that's not the love interest just kinda being there. In ascension stories, they usually don't have any actual attachment to their commoner roots, with the families or friends being either complete assholes or footnotes.

Even beyond those general things, there are specific tropes/common happenings that Bookworm does better. Like I've been trying to get into more villainess isekai; and for some reason there's almost always this moment where the MC, after being disrespected by a maid or other servant, will slap them to show her authority or whatever. Like it's supposed to be this badass girlboss moment, but she's just a rich noble girl slapping this peasant (that's usually just doing the bidding of the Evil™ noble rich lady who mysteriously goes unslapped). Cool.

In Bookworm, there are 2 notable "putting servants in line" moments, but they're much different. The first is with Gil, but 1) Myne isn't the one to hit him, 2) He's not being physically punished for being disrespectful, he's getting physically punished for putting his hands on Myne first [and in the lower city, where Lutz grew up, if you throw hands you get hands]. Then there's Traugott: Rozemyne doesn't even care that he was disrespecting her. She only decides to ruin his life when he shit talks Damuel lol

There's a lot more, like Urano/Myne being actually relevant, etc etc but I don't want this post to get longer.

[crimswnred]

LITG SEASON 7 — STICK OR TWIST: FIRST IMPRESSIONS

a bunch of opinions no one asked for!

ok, so first things first, things I really hate:

MC design. I'm sorry, she's UGLY. she's also too skinny. I hate her teeth when she smiles. plus, where is her hairline?

our outfits. I know they add more literally every week but the ones we have for now are ugly. I just liked the yellow nightwear (?) combo.

no, actually, the hairs and piercings and jewellery are also awfull. it feels like season 4 again 😭

the other girls design. I think the one I like the most is Uma, I think she's pretty although her pose is weird at. but Summer is ugly and Bonnie's design looks rushed.

the season is short as hell with like 33 episodes

now, things that I like:

I'm always optimistic at the beginning of the season, it's my nature, I'm sorry.

all the girls feel unique and they talk in unique ways too. on season 6 all the girls always seemed to say the same things and think the same with only like 2 stand outs (flo and ivy)

the boys have relationships and dynamics among them! like, Bryson and Joyo hate each other. Raf and Alex are really close and talk highly about each other (for ex, when Alex said he would love to introduce Raf to his nephews).

all the boys feel unique too. I don't know if they have unique dialogue, but I think Raf does since our chats always somehow mention Daphne. I need to snoop around a little more.

but their personalities are very different from each other. plus, I think like I know A LOT about them already.

MC's personality. oh my god, she's not obnoxious and annoying like the last 3. I think she's flirty and fun and I loved how she replied to the guys when I wasn't choosing dialogue. she talks like a normal human being, THANK GOD.

also, the episodes were long af. love that!

about the characters:

Uma is my girl. she made a mistake, she apologized, we are good. I like her A LOT, she's confident, she's fun, she's easy going and she's friendly. I think she'll be the "mom" of the casa girls.

Bonnie is also great. I think she's chill and mature and funny. she doesn't really gaf and she's sooo into us (if you're bisexual) to the point she's just twisting to be with us in the villa. she gets along well with the boys and the girls.

Summer. well, she's The Bitch™ of the season. We need a villain and I'm guessing she's ours. She doesn't seem deranged like previous ones, though. she's a Casa Girl and Casa Girls want to get to the Villa, right? can't blame her.

first boy I'm gonna mention is Joyo. I'm not really a fan. he gives me player vibes with his mysterious façade and the whole Geri thing that happened to Bryson.

and I like Bryson. I always have a thing for the Funny Boy™, you guys know me, so it wouldn't be different this time. he's not my first option but he's A option.

Alex is a golden boy. def husband material. I KNOW he'll be a fan favourite. he is chill, easy to talk to and wholesome. all his chats were great. I think he really comes across as trustworthy. one of my options, as well.

now, MY BOY. Raf is ever cuter than I thought he would be. he's so sweet and I find his loyalty admirable. he reminds me of a previous islander (haha and I think you guys know who). he's just... my type.

this is it. would give it a 8. great start if you ask me. but it's fusebox so chances are they will fuck it up in no time

[sleepyhead-poll]

ROUND 1B, MATCH 3 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Belphegor:

Considering he's the avatar of sloth, I think that qualifies him as The Sleepy Character™

He's so cute, he has a collection of pillows including one he carries around often, he can sleep basically anywhere and he really exemplifies youngest sibling energy!

This sleepy boi is always looking for a nap, but that also may be because he is the avatar of sloth. He could sleep anywhere, and I mean ANYWHERE. Also he’s a cutie, and he loves his twin brother!! He also does NOT like his oldest brother, Lucifer. Him and one of his other brothers both. He likes to plan on ways to prank Lucifer, and even gets MC in on it. But overall, vote Belphie the demon who could sleep anywhere!

Nanaki Kazuaki:

he is a school teacher who falls asleep in his classes quite often (usually in the middle of talking) and his students have to wake him up.

i feel like this misses the most important part of hatoful boyfriend which is: that nanaki is a quail the bird there. is actually him. hato moa was kind enough to give us cute anime boy representations, but the characters in hatoful boyfriend are all birds (except the MC, who is a human girl). he's also a brilliant mathematical genius, but his narcolepsy makes him fall asleep mid-lecture... please vote for the sleepy birb! (and play/read Hatoful Boyfriend, it rules!) [Click link to see image]

[the-owl-house-takes]

Idk I found TOH pretty consistent.

In its blandness.

It's a show extremely afraid to break the mold, to experiment. Everything feels like they just took something from another show and copied it worse (I can name a dozen examples...).

It's supposed to be a grotesque hell world, but everything is so clean, uninspired. All the important characters are all human looking and all beautiful.

The episodes stories are also things done by many other shows, like the body swap or sports challenge or detention. And, when it becomes serialized, it relies on the "we gotta get all together to stop the bad guy's plan that's gonna happen in this set date!" cliche.

Then, there's the characters. The nerdy "not like other girls" mc. The rich jerk girl who falls in love with the mc. The quirky unimportant friends. The angsty bad boy in need of a redemption™. The cool middle aged adult with ambiguous morality. The cute talking animal with an attitude and an annoying voice.

And of course the finale, where the problem gets solved with a deus ex machina and everyone lives happily ever after.

So trite. So boring.

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[ddarker-dreams]

I hope we get some yandere in golden girl your writing really made me fall in love with gojo and getos charaters

WAHH thank you so much 🥺 in chapter 2, there are sections written from gojo and geto's POV, it's been fun to explore their minds. i'm still trying to get a pulse for writing geto since this is my first time doing so, i was worried if i got his characterization decent or not sjgkflsjd

outright yandere will be saved for the yandere au branch, but as for its inclusion in the main story, it's kinda there?? how i've broken it down in my outline is that during their high school years, gojo and geto are both rather possessive of MC. they rationalize it to themselves that 'she's too nice' and they don't others exploiting that. in truth, they're mostly concerned with remaining the people she's closest to. geto hides his ulterior motive a bit, whereas gojo doesn't even bother GJSKLDGF he'll waltz up when she's talking to someone, say whatever to secure her attention, and she'll get whisked off.

as adults, obviously geto's interactions with MC are next to nonexistent. there are a few times throughout the years that he observes her from afar but doesn't directly interact. the only thing that'd upset him is if she got intimate with a non-sorcerer. so her ending up with satoru isn't actually the worst thing in the world from his perspective. it had to either be him, satoru, or her taking a lifetime vow of celibacy. the mere concept of anything else makes his skin crawl.

in his 20s, satoru stumbles upon the art of Subtly, for better or for worse (mostly worse). he won't rudely interrupt an interaction he doesn't care for like he did as a teenage. it doesn't rile him up as much anymore. what he will do, however, is some good ol' fashion guilt tripping. when he isn't preoccupied with jujutsu matters, he wants to be right by MC's side.

grading papers in her office? he's sitting on her desk playing on his phone until she's done. going out for drinks with nanami? he's sighing, complaining that alcohol tastes gross, secretly hoping MC will change establishments so he has an excuse to tag along. can't hang out that evening because she's cooking dinner for megumi? he's popping up at the door, uninvited, much to megumi's chagrin.

megumi's gotten in the habit of putting MC's phone on vibrate so that The Menace™ can't wriggle his way in. this works for a time... until gojo catches on. then this goes down:

("do you ever leave her alone?" megumi asks, his countenance a mix between exasperation and disgust.

"nope!" gojo replies. "why would i?"

"basic boundaries?"

gojo shrugs. "sounds boring to me.")