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[greeneyeofenvy]

Lucinda Anderson: at home bc I can’t deaw the dorm rooms for my life

I might tweak the background later this week, but for now u have her room. A few hcs I have for her (or are they cannon bc she’s my oc?):

-she’d love to decorate her room but is barely home enough to do it (but she has a wall full of posters) -Her room od way more messy than this, she just pushed everything aside for the picture -Her hair IS natural, for SOME reason her and her sister were born with blonde in their hair. (No reason, yet.) -The Venus Flytraps on her jacket are symbolism, bc I’m choosing plants to represent all the charatcers (I have to put my plant phase to use yk?). The flytrap means Persistence, bc she’s a persistent bitch. -She has a lot of little scars and bruises from being reckless (might’ve froggotne to add them, this is NOT THE FINAL VERSION OF HER)

[sophiethewitch1]

1K CELEBRATION EVENT OPEN! CLOSED!

Hello, welcome! This event is going to celebrate my first thousand followers :D!! It's as the header says, a yandere alphabet, but with my special brand of soft yandere. Please feel free to send in letters for whoever you'd like, there's no limit, I might just pick and choose if you request a lot of letters. Thank you so much for following, I'm so happy you're here! Let's keep having lots of fun together <3 <3

ACCEPTING A-Z REQUESTS FOR:

The batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) The batgirls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) My OCs (Silvan, Daire, etc.) MAYBE for most DC characters, blue lock characters, bnha characters

Alphabet made by @/jaydenchip404 tysm for making this!

List below the cut!

A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):

B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):

C = Cruelty (Once Abducted, How is Their Treatment Marked by a Twisted Sense of Devotion? Does Mockery Become a Dark Form of Endearment?):

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

E = Exposed (To What Extent Do They Bare Their Heart to Their Darling? How Vulnerable Are They When It Comes to Their Obsession?):

F = Fight (Does Resistance Only Fuel Their Passion? Do They Find Thrill in the Chase and the Challenge of Subduing Their Darling?):

G = Game (Is Every Move Meticulously Orchestrated, Turning the Pursuit Into a Twisted Game? Do They Derive Pleasure From Watching Their Darling Attempt Escape?):

H = Hell (How Carefully Crafted is Their Darling's Worst Experience, Designed to Break the Spirit While Strengthening the Bonds of Possession?):

I = Ideals (Does Their Envisioned Future Solely Revolve Around the Union With Their Darling? Is Their Love the Only Guiding Force?):

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

K = Kisses (Are Their Acts of Affection Both Tender and Suffocating? Do Their Kisses Blend Love and Possession, Leaving No Room for Escape?):

L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):

M = Mask (How Drastic is the Difference Between Their Public Facade and True Self? Is the World Seeing a Mask, While Their Darling Witnesses Unfiltered Madness?):

N = Naughty (Is Punishment a Dark Art, a Methodical Infliction of Pain Designed to Correct Perceived Transgressions and Reinforce Control?):

O = Oppression (How Many Rights Are They Willing to Take Away From Their Darling, Molding Their World Into a Prison of Their Design?):

P = Patience (Is Their Patience a Calculated Facade, Concealing the Storm Brewing Beneath the Surface? Is It a Waiting Game for the Perfect Moment?):

Q = Quit (Is Moving on an Alien Concept for Them? Would the Death, Departure, or Escape of Their Darling Shatter Their World, Leaving Behind an Irreparable Void?):

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

U = Unique (Do They Defy the Classic Yandere Archetype, Adding Layers of Complexity That Make Them Unpredictable and More Unnerving?):

V = Vice (Do Exploitable Weaknesses Exist, and is Discovering Them a Perilous Endeavor? Does Their Darling Tread on a Thin Line Between Manipulation and Survival?):

W = Wit's End (Is Hurting Their Darling a Dark Possibility, a Consequence of Their Unraveling Sanity When Faced With the Threat of Loss?):

X = Xoanon (Does Their Reverence for Their Darling Border on Worship, Reaching Extreme Lengths to Prove Their Devotion and Ensure Unwavering Loyalty?):

Y = Yearn (Is the Pining Relentless, an Insatiable Hunger That Consumes Their Every Waking Moment Until It Inevitably Snaps Into Obsession?):

Z = Zenith (Is Breaking Their Darling a Twisted Fantasy, the Ultimate Expression of Possession and the Culmination of Their Demented Love?):

[frogspond200]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝙰𝚜𝚔: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎? 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

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A - Affection: Steven showers you with affection, constantly seeking your attention and love, Whether you want it or not.

C - Cherish: he cherishes every moment you spend together, treasuring you above all else.

D-Delusionly: his perception of reality is distorted by my obsession, blurring the lines between fantasy and truth...

E - Enough: No amount of your hate towards him or attention will make him hate you back, he's a very delusional person…He just thinks you're having a bad day.

F - Fragile: his delusion is delicate, like a fragile gemstone that could shatter at any moment...

G - Gore: he revels in the grotesque, finding twisted satisfaction in scenes of violence and bloodshed to those who hurt or even THINK. Of loving you.

H - Harmony: In his twisted harmony, he finds solace in your presence and the sound of your voice, touch, smell...Everything.

I - Intrusion: he invades your personal space, driven by an overwhelming desire to be close to you at all times.

J - Jealousy: Jealousy consumes him, fueling his rage at the mere thought of someone else capturing your attention.

K - Key: You hold the key to his heart, his life, and his very existence revolves around you and your affections.

L - Love: his love for you is obsessive and possessive, bordering on madness.

M - Manipulation: he skillfully manipulation situations and people, molding them to fit his desires and keep you close.

N - Nagging: he nags and criticism, convinced that it’s “for your own good” and to improve our relationship...

O - Obsession: My mind is consumed by thoughts of you, every waking moment dedicated to our twisted love.

P - Possession: You are his possession, a cherished object that he guards fiercely from anyone who might threaten you...

Q - Quandary: he is torn between his desire to protect you and his desire to keep you all to himself.

R - Rage: A burning rage resides within him, ready to erupt at any moment to defend our love from anyone who might think it's dangerous.

S - Secrets: He keeps every one of your secrets close, using them as tools to deepen his connection and maintain control.

T - Twisted: Your love is twisted and distorted, deviating from societal norms and descending into darkness.

U - Unhinged: his mind is unhinged, teetering on the edge of sanity as he clings to his poisonous love.

V - Violent: He is prone to outbursts of violence, lashing out at anyone who threatens your bond. Sometimes has outbursts on you whenever you look the other way

W - Worship: You are his divine deity, worthy of worship and sacrifice, the center of my existence. The sheet thought of not being with him rips him apart inside and out.

X - Xenophilic: he is captivated by your uniqueness, drawn to every aspect of your being...the way you walk, talk, move, and try to fight back, astonished him.

Y - Yearning: his yearning for you is insatiable, an all-consuming desire that drives him to extreme measures.

Z - Zealous: he is consumed by a zealous devotion to you, willing to do whatever it takes to possess you completely...

[stillm0nster]

💭 @faeriemists asked:

one should return the favour , right ? to hand him a rose doused in crimson diamanté’s —- one that he could keep instead of wilting . a symbol of their blossoming romance ; a reminder . yet that wasn’t all , she wouldn’t just give him something so trivial for their first valentines together . a fancy shirt with a tie matching her own dress handed to him with a coy smile before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips , d r o w n i n g in him but forcing herself to pull away . ❛ i may or may not have booked us a table at the fanciest restaurant in town . my treat !! ❜ peppered kisses upon his lips and jawline before she ( forced ) herself to pull away ; he was like a drug . more of that afterwards . ❛ —- happy valentines , my love .. let’s go celebrate !! ❜

milo  was  a  little  confused  as  to  what  to  feel.  in  a  way,  he  thought  he  should  be  the  one  showering  haerin  in  compliments,  spoiling  her  with  gifts  and  taking  her  out  on  a  date!!  that's  what  he  was  used  to  seeing  (  and  doing  )  before.  however  all  of  that  attention  felt  incredible  and  he  loved  every  second  of  it,  knowing  that  he  would  be  able  to  do  all  of  that  for  her  next  month  (  though  he  didn't  really  need  a  specific  day  to  show  his  appreciation  &  love  ).  smiling  in  the  kiss,  he  brought  a  hand  to  her  hip  keeping  her  close  even  after  she  pulled  away.  " i  might  be  having  heart  palpitations  right  now. "  he  commented  half-jokingly  but  his  heart  was  literally  swelling  with  h a p p i n e s s.  " that  means  i'll  have  to  put  on  the  shirt  and  the  beautiful  tie  that  apparently  matches  this  pretty  little  dress  of  yours? "  chuckling  at  the  sweet  kisses,  milo  freed  both  his  hands  so  he  could  pull  her  flush  against  him,  the  biggest,  sincere  smile  on  his  features.  " happy  valentines,  baby. "  leaning  in,  he  instinctively  tilted  his  head  to  one  side  and  kissed  her  softly,  slowly  as  their  lips  mold  against each  other for  a  while before he has to ( unwillingly ) pull away.  " give me a few minutes. "

[inexplicablymine]

w o r k i n p r o g r e s s . . .

I was tagged by @celaestis1 to share a WIP! This one is a fun one called “Mr Bodypillow”

Henry catches a whiff of fresh cinnamon and something spicy. Whatever cologne this man is wearing seems to have molded perfectly to his skin. He knows intently that tonight when this man has left, taken his curls and devil grin away from the cocoon of this worn out booth, he will sit and dream of what the scent might have smelled like permanently etched into the space of his apartment. That even if he has just these few brief moments he will take this smell with him, thrown back to this moment decades from now when he catches it on the street, around a corner, just past a light, chasing something that was never his to begin with.

“I’d like to cuddle with you.”

Henry is jolted out of his daydreaming by the voice speaking softly in his ear,

“Rub your back, draw circles into your skin, play with that hair you’ve got going on there. It would be nice, lovely.”

“- Excuse me?” Henry lets out a flustered breath not sure what to do with himself.

It’s not Wednesday but it’s when it’s happening!!!

Tagging @stutteringpeach @cricketnationrise @myheartalivewrites to join in if they so please, and open tag to anyone who is interested in joining as well!

[bllysf]

journey 23: finding "me"

Here I am now, standing on my own feet in this verdant valley, feeling the soft breeze brushing on my skin.

I hear the wind whispering, "You are now ready for your next phase in your life."

With this voice, I let myself wander through this familiar place. I was here. I am still here. Yet, I know myself that I've walked far now. 16 years through, I can see myself grow and make a lot of huge decisions. This one right now is no different.

"I have to make a commitment once again for a new molded version of myself," I whispered.

I then saw in my point of view, the different choices I could take whilst I felt the summer blazing hot against my skin. It is summertime in 2023, it's also the time I have to make this decision.

As I scanned through each choice, I felt a connection.

A connection to this strand...

STEM.

I read this passage to myself...

STEM, knowledge meant for students getting ready for college, infused with learnings to prepare the students in the real-life world. A strand that is heavily focused on its acronym: Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics to further develop the skills of the pupils in their desired careers.

"That is... interesting," I mumbled to myself.

As I interacted and let this feeling of connection flow, I got excited.

It caused me to ask around if this strand was a good choice for me. I am glad that my family accepts it.

There. My decision is now concrete. I'll do my best to be a part of this strand.

And days flew by, as the days and nights shift, I finally can see myself, sitting in a classroom.

I feel accepted.

I feel like I am where I belong.

All of my hard works paid off, I am finally a STEM student.

I will do my best to continue to be one.

My learnings, I hope it'll flourish more as I am staying in this strand.

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2023 STEM JOURNEY OCTOBER

15 MONDAY New Moon

Entry 101523: My thoughts on STEM

These past few days were good. I am glad that I picked this strand because the learnings I've sought back in my highschool years, gladly helped me understand some concepts that are being discussed this year!

But, I do feel like STEM, this strand is like a broad forest in a way that both subjects use a lot of formulas and equations, aimed to understand the world, its processes, and different phenomenons to be studied with the help of numbers and equations.

I do know that the STEM strand heavily focuses on Science and Mathematics. This idea made me choose the STEM strand as it makes me be aware and familiar to the world of Science and Mathematics. Based on my research, STEM has a lot of subjects related to logical-reasoning and problem solving skills for students to think critically (Yeti Academy, 2023).

I also would like to add that for this strand, I hope that it'll help me prepare for the real-life situations in the future, in my possible careers, and make me a better version of myself.

That's all for now. I think I'll try to write more of my thoughts about STEM in the future..

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END OF ENTRY 101523: MY THOUGHTS ON STEM

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Credits (in order)

SYMBOLS

symbol 1: https://www.symbolaesthetic.com/p/y2k-symbols.html?m=1

symbol 2 and 3: https://emojicombos.com/y2k

symbol 4: https://symbolsdb.com/loading-symbol

symbol 5: https://emojicombos.com/y2k

https://emojicombos.com/y2k

PICTURES

pic 1: [Scenery] https://pin.it/737tkok

pic 2: [The Japanese Bridge (The Water-Lily Pond), 1899] https://pin.it/6oBFpxH

DEFINITION

pic 3: [Book clipart] https://pin.it/2JuseR1

STEM: https://yetiacademy.com/reasons-why-stem-education-is-important-in-2023/#:~:text=STEM%20Teaches%20Critical%20Thinking%20and%20Innovation&text=The%20focus%20on%20logical%20thought,up%20with%20their%20own%20solutions.

[berserkrs]

kim seokjin, homosexual, cisgender male + he/him ― hey look, it’s sasha kim! they’re 26 years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for two weeks, and they’re currently working at jennifer's. i heard they’re pretty naive, but i think they’re so optimistic at the same time. can they make it out alive? || lo, 24, he/him.

B A S I C S

Name: Hanseul ‘Sasha’ Kim

Nickname(s): Sasha, angel (previously), doll (previously), bear (previously)

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Age: 26

Birthday: June 15 1962

Birthplace: Daegu, South Korea

Occupation: Sales staff at Jennifer’s

Ethnicity: South Korea

Languages: Korean, English

Nationality: American (first-generation immigrant, qualified for both citizenship and nationality)

Education: High school

B I O G R A P H Y

cw: homophobia, heterosexism, mentions of patriarchal traditions, sex work, unhealthy dynamics, slut shaming, nothing graphic but you know. better safe than sorry.

Sasha, born ‘Kim Hanseul’, was born to a very modest family in Daegu, South Korea. His parents were not refined folk, but they were very hard workers and worked long hours to put food on the table for Sasha and his elder sisters. Sasha was the only boy born after three daughters, so there were high expectations for him to step up and take on the patriarchal role when he was older. Unfortunately for his parents, Sasha was not fitting the mold they had laid out for him. He showed zero interest in anything traditionally masculine, instead admiring his sisters and the lives they led, the clothes they wore, how pretty they looked when they were dolled up. It was difficult, but he pushed that side of himself down, for his family’s sake.

At school, he was neither popular nor unpopular. Though some of his male peers picked on him for how soft and ‘feminine’ he supposedly was, he got on just fine with his female classmates and had quite a few friends. He had average grades and no real interest in anything outside of fashion and makeup. Every day, after school, he would go to the convenience store to buy magazines with his pocket money and secretly peruse the magazines on his way home before feigning that he bought it for his older sisters.

Around the time he became of age, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He was accepted into an average university, undecided on his major, and despaired on what to do with his life since nothing seemed to really suit him. He couldn’t bear to disappoint his parents by following his dreams. 

One day, when window-shopping in Gangnam on a weekend-trip to Seoul, he met the wealthy, older gentleman who would become his life’s saviour. Yoo Jun Seo was a lonely man, uncharismatic but amiable, and he was utterly captivated by Sasha’s beauty. At first, Sasha was flattered but uninterested in the man’s interest. But, Jun Seo wasn’t really trying to date him. The arrangement he offered was simple, in exchange for his companionship, Sasha would never have to worry about money a day in his life. Better yet, they would go to America, where he would not need to worry about embarrassing his family either. He could be fully himself.

And so, despite the warnings his friends gave him, he took the offer and lived alongside Jun-seo for six blissful years. Jun-seo was kind to him, treated him well, let him use his credit card whenever and on whatever he wanted. Sasha really could not be happier. That is, until he was traded for a ‘newer model’, told by the man he thought of as his boyfriend, his partner, that he was too old now. Too ‘used up’.

That was only a few days before arriving at Shrike, having nowhere to go and nobody to call until he remembered that an old friend from school had also moved to Shrike. His friend was nice enough to help him get on his feet, helping him find a roommate and a job at the local mall. 

W A N T E D  C O N N E C T I O N S

 ROOM-MATE: I picture Sasha’s roommate as being someone who is hard working and has probably grown up without any luxuries. So they’re very good at everything Sasha isn’t good at, budgeting, saving, etc. Sasha is very spoiled and out of touch with reality so I can see this as being an enemies to friends/whatever kind of dynamic. 

FRIENDS: because you can never have too many of them.

NEIGHBOURS: I picture Sasha living in a cheap apartment complex.

[crowsandmurderbackup]

Ragnar Lothbrok Tags

Ragnar  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Ragnar ✖ (Thoughts)

Ragnar ✖ (Character Development)

Ragnar ✖ (Crack)

Ragnar  ✖ (Headcanons)

Ragnar  ✖ (Photos)

Ragnar ✖ (Starter Call)

Verses:

C L E V E R  B E G I N N I N G S

Ragnar Sigurdsson was a clever boy who learn the Vikings way young, continuing to apply them through this teenage years. This can anything from childhood to him becoming an adult at the age of eighteen.

P L A N T  T H O S E  S E E D S

As Ragnar Lothbrok moves into adulthood and his marriage to Lagertha, he embraces life on the farm, the Viking adventures and raids, and becoming a father to his daughter and son. This can be anywhere were early adulthood until the Show Beginning.

FIGHT AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR FAMILY

Ragnar Lothbrok has grown over the years, but still has some of the same priorities: family, the Viking ways, raids. But things are beginning to change, as his eldest son is able to get his arm band, and new hostilities from various enemies rise up. Eventually, he becomes to Earl of Kattegat

K  I N G  O F  T H E   D A N E S

After discovering the plot that King Horik had to kill him and his sons, Ragnar killed King Horik and became the King of Denmark. This includes any time that Ragnar is King of Denmark, and the adventures that occur during this time.

W H O  W A N T S  T O  B E  K I N G?

After being defeated by Rollo, Ragnar disappeared for ten years. Ten years later, he returns much older, and some even think that he seems crazy. This is anything that occurs after his return, right before the second half of Season Four.

D O W N  B U T   N O T  O U T

After the attempt to take on Paris again, Ragnar felt emotionally defeated after his loss to Rollo. He knows that his brother is lost to them all, having chose the Franks above his own. But, Ragnar has grown battle weary, and wants to focus on more important things. Although he is discouraged and feels defeated, he has returned to Kattegat with the others, to remain King of the Danes. This can take place any time after they return after fighting Rollo and the French in 4x10.

K I N G   I S   G O N E  B U T   N O T  F O R G O T T E N

After being defeated by Rollo and the French, Ragnar could not bear to stay in Kattegat, any longer. He was tired of being a warrior to the people, tired of being King. So, after telling his sons that he had to leave, he headed off, not knowing where he was going or if he wanted to leave. Several months later, he shows up in Hedeby, seeking out the person who he trusts more than a lot of people: Lagertha. Spending the next several years there, he entrusts her with that knowledge, knowing that she would keep his secret, unless it was dangerous to him. This takes place during his time away from Kattegat. This verse can include plotting with more than just Lagertha.

I WAS NO LONGER INTERESTED IN RULING

After the events in The Last Ship, Ragnar, feeling like a failure and tired of ruling leaves Kattegat and is not seen again, for close to a decade. This verse is what happens during his time away from Kattegat.  

B L O O D   I S   T H I C K E R   T H A N   W A T E R

Ragnar Lothbrok had every intention of heading back to Wessex, after coming back to Kattegat. But, he wanted his sons to go with him. When only Ivar agreed to go, he realized that he had missed out on his sons’ lives, and that he was needed in Kattegat. Despite being away for many years, he is determined to take his throne back from his wife, and to help mold his sons into even better warriors, than they already are. This can take place anytime after the end of the 4x10 - The Last Ship and it is open ended, how much canon comes to play, any time afterwards.

MY DEATH COMES WITHOUT APOLOGY

Ragnar’s time has come to an end on Midgard.  Executed by King Aelle, death found him, and Odin told his sons of his death, his sons seeking the revenge Ragnar knew they would. Despite Ragnar’s doubts and indifference to the Gods he fought in the name of for so many years, he found himself in Odin’s hall: Valhalla.

THIS IS NOT THE END

Ragnar Lothbrok thought that he had the best plan. He was going to turn himself over to Ecbert, and then Ecbert was to turn him over to King Aielle, knowing what his fate would be.  What he did not count on was that Ecbert had a plot of his own, that included using his power to reclaim Ragnar from King Aelle, before he could be executed. After being rescued, he is in debt to King Ecbert, and unsure if he will be returning to Scandinavia, or if he is happy at all, by the turn of events. This takes place after King Ecbert reclaims Ragnar from King Aelle.  Ecbert had more than just giving land to the Northman up his sleeve. Though he made his family think that he had no idea that they’d be betrayed and that Ragnar’s sons would come for him, he had Ragnar held in the tower of the Royal Villa. But, what he did not know was that Ragnar, despite his injuries and ailing statius, had escaped. There’s a variety of places that he could turn up.  He could turn up in York, in England at various spots where people are, possibly even found a way back to Scandinavia. In Season  6, he officially is in back to Kattegat and reveals himself to more and more people but has 0 desire to become King, once more.

H A U N T  M E

This one is exactly what it sounds like. It doesn’t have to be a bad haunting. Ragnar appears to various people in ghost form. Ghost may not be the proper term, but given he’s ascended to Valhalla already, draugr may not be the correct term, either. This is not something that the terminology is going to be overthought about, but there is going to be various times when he can appear to people.  

T I M E  K E E P S  G O I N G

During the course of Vikings, there has been many gaps in time, whether it be between seasons or the sometimes large time jumps that occur. This can be anytime during any of those time jumps, whether it be a short amount of time, the four years during Season Two or the ten years of time, during the middle of Season Four.

BIOGRAPHY: 

Born in 763 a.C. to  Sigurd Hring and Alfhild Gandolfsdatter, Ragnar thought for many years that he was an only child. His mother doted on him, while his father taught him the ways of being a Viking, something that Ragnar embraced. He was interested in the gods, specifically Odin from a young age. From a young age, he believed that he was a descendant Odin and in many ways, it helped shape who he became from a young boy to the eventual King of the Danes.  

Early in RaVto live with them. Ragnar knew that his mother did not favor Rollo in any way, likely due to the fact that his father had brought home another woman’s child.  During his adolescence, Ragnar grew to do well on all the things on the farm and in the Viking Ways.  He always strove to be the best at everything that he does, paying attention to how he processed things, while rarely losing his temper.

As a young adult, Ragnar became quite taken with shield maiden Lagertha. Her skill and the fact that it was clear she was already an excellent shield maiden for her age, appealed to him even more. Plus, there was the fact that she was beautiful. He spent a good while, doing what he could to impress her. His father pointed out that she would make a good wife, and Ragnar agreed.

Going to her home to try to profess his love for her, he killed both a bear and a large hound, then declared to her father that he had earned her hand in marriage.  During his marriage to Lagertha, he loved her deeply and still loves her even now.  Neither of them were under false pretenses of what the other was capable of and on the farm, they raised their son Bjorn and daughter Gyda. Life on the farm is something that’s extremely important to Ragnar.  His family is as important to him, as being the best warrior, he possibly can be.

[flgproductions]

Dread Baron Soldiers: "What is that thing?" "It almost fills the whole cave..." "Where's 23 through 30?!" "They were... crushed!" "They were too slow...!?" "Im-Impossible...!" Dread Baron Squadron 2: "HrrrrrRRRRRH-! You... YOU METAL DEMONS!!" "Our brothers! How DARE YOU!!" The remaining members of Dread Squadron Two, 21 and 22, rushed towards the massive box of alien metal with righteous fury boiling their blood! One drew out and wielded a greataxe with blades of plasma, and another held high an electromagnetic hammer! They charged the silent machine, unleashing bloodthirsty screams of war!

Red: "OI! YOU TWO! WAIT!" Green: "STOP! DON'T! WE DON'T KNOW WHAT-!"

'CRASH! SLASH! BAM! BANG-CRASH! CLANG! BOOM!' Even with all their strength into their respective swings? The frame of the device didn't even budge, or dent. But it certainly annoyed what was inside.

'C l i c k - C l a c k ! W r i r r - ! W o o o O O O -'

Red: "What in-!?" Yellow: "Oi-?!" Green: "That's-!!"

Dread Baron Chief: " B R O T H E R S ! F A L L B A C K ! ! "

Both of the Chief's soldiers in Squad 2 stopped hacking at the machine, glancing back at him as though they were SHOCKED to hear him order them to fall back. They turn to take one last glance at the machine to see what the problem was... only to find that what had emerged from the box would end up as the last thing they'd ever see. 'BWROOOO- CRUNCHCRACK!!'

Dread Baron Squadron 2: "HK- UGAAAAGH-!?!" "WH- DUOOOGGH-!?" Two enormous metal tendrals. Similar to those of the caretaker, combined with those of the nemesis. Except much longer, thicker, darker colored, and leagues more capable of clean impalement through dwarven steel. As demonstrated on the last members of squadron two, with massive metal prongs shoved through their guts and out their backs as they were hoisted up into the air while screaming in agony in their final moments. Like they were used as an example to the others.

Dread Baron Chief: " N O ! ! ! "

Blue: "By the beard-!?" Red: "Dah-!?" Yellow: "What in hell!?" Green: "No! Stop those arms, we can--!" Red: "Huh-!? Wait... that noise-!?" ' f b b b v v v v V V V V V V V V - ' Blue: "Those tendrils! They're... glowin'-!?" Yellow: "What's it doin' NOW?!" Suddenly, the enormous machine chucks the still-living bodies of the DB Soldiers into the air just above the remaining Baron Soldiers that acted as its audience . . . Before it violently unleashes a horrific stream of plasma right into the very holes that it punctured into squadron 3. 'BQUIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--!!!' Dread Baron Squadron 2: "UGAAAAAAAA A A A A A A - - ! ! " "EIOOOAAAAA A A A A A A - - ! ! " ' K A - B L O O A A A A G H R G L K R G L E ! ! ' . . . Those two barons were boiled alive. An excrutiating, horrifying end. Their screams rapidly rose in pitch as the output of the Liquification Beams intensified, up until they were silenced. Their boiled blood and liquified bone matter splash over their comrades, their remains simmering across their armor. They stared upon themselves in silence. And that. Was just TWO tendrils. As the gathering of dwarves stood before the metallic monster? Nay. The demon with flesh of metal? The box began to mold into itself. Taking a different shape. Metal cascaded into metal, transforming into the true form of the steel attrocity. Resting on the top of the drill-platform that it had used to enter this cave in hunting for these dwarves... was an assault model of a Caretaker Platform. A thick-hide metal disk-shaped structure on enormous steel tank-treads, with SIX tendril hatches instead of the usual four. And in the center? A new control-unit for the device of war. An enormous sphere with a hundred lights coating it from top to bottom, giving it the appearance of a hundred eyes. And as it was revealed, it rose from its platform as every light on its "body" activated at once... and it unleashed a grating high-pitch metal screech to display its full activation. ' I I I I I I I I I E E E E E E E E H H H H H O O O O O O H H H H H '

. . . . Blue: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIII-HI-HI-HIIIEEEEE!!!"

Dread Baron Chief: " B R O T H E R S ! ! K I L L ! ! " Dread Baron Soldiers: " W A A A A A A A A A A A A G G H H H ! ! ! "

And thus, the REAL fireworks began. Starting with walls of bullets, explosives, and railgun streams from the barons. [ Selected Track: Earth Defense Force 2017 - Mothership ]

(just gonna carry on our story, pretending that mc's vacation never happened in-between. "ahem") . . .

Blue: "Ouuuugggghh... C-Control? ...C-Can ya read? Agh--... Wh-What in the bloody blazes WAS that? Th-Think I hit my head pretty hard from--

. . . What the...?" . . .

Death cratered into the room from above.

In a flash, the ceiling had been smashed through.

. . . In the blink of an eye.

50 Dread Barons had become 42.

8 Marines, crushed into bloody metal paste under a massive black-steel laser-core-infused drill built by the Rival Machines.

A drill that was as wide as 4 drop pods combined, carrying a black-steel box into the depths of this world that was the size of 5. Marked from top-to-bottom in Rival Glpyhs and Patterns…

Any barons that weren't crushed like tomatoes were thrown to the cave floor, dazed. Staring up at the enormous box.

Even the Power Scales and the Chief were floored by the crash-down of the box… rubbing at their visors to get the dust out of their vision.

Red: " . . . What. In. This galaxy?" Yellow: "What is that...? 'S massive!" Green: "The Barons! They were...!" Blue: "Red? Red, what-? What do we...?" Dread Baron Chief: " . . . B r o t h e r s . M Y . B R O T H E R S ! " Seeing the fate of his soldiers, the chief of the Barons began to shake with a believably unfathomable rage. Red: " . . . Control. What... what're your readin's sayin'?"

Management has been alerted. We’re awaiting orders. I’m scrambling another platoon of Marines as exfil, but the odds of them getting there before that… thing… reduces you to a fine red mist are low. I’d also recommend getting away from the Chief- you’ve heard the term seeing red? He personifies it.

Good luck, Miners. Rock and Stone.

[bookish-bee]

Y'all,

I just looked up my school colors -

so! close! to rwrb

[awkwardkindatries]

Maedhros NSFW Alphabet

By popular request!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Meadhros isn’t the absolute best at aftercare but he certainly isn't the worst, He’d rub your back and hips and press soft kisses into your skin as you both come down.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part on himself would be his shoulders, he does like how full and broad they make him seem.

On his partner he loves thighs, to be able to squish and mold the skin as he sees fit is astounding to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His cum is on the thinner side with a warmer gold hue, it comes in larger portions and has a stickier consistency.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes when he masturbates he has a tendency to call himself a good boy in between his grunts and other mutterings.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He does have experience but once he came to Arda he hasn't had a partner since.

F = Favourite Position

Prefers to be ridden, due to his size he wants nothing more than for his partner to be comfortable during their session.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not normally goofy, laughing during sex can make him a little uncomfortable and normally wants a more serious intimate atmosphere.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is well groomed, a little on the longer side but he touches it up when he thinks about it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

An absolute romantic, he wants to be needed and of use to you and loves to make you the center of his world during sex.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not a frequent masturbater, he normally has to be very pent up to begin touching himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, size kink, and roleplay

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Absolutely embarrassed at the thought of being intimate outside of your bedroom.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Take care of him, he spent most of his childhood taking care of his siblings and trying to put out his father's fires that it's so heartwarming to him to be taken care of. Brush his hair, rub his shoulders, run him a bath, his heart will melt.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can't do degradation, it makes him exceedingly uncomfortable

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give, love the idea of being so much larger than you that he can pick you up and hook your thighs onto his shoulders while he holds you up in the air against the wall. Like this neither of you have to move and he has complete control.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Much more of a slow and rough type of lover, will give his all while trying to be gentle with your body.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not normally one for quickies, he’d prefer full sessions but every now and again when desperation hits you then he’ll indulge your craving.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's normally open to experimenting and risks but you'll definitely have to walk him through it and reassure him every now and again.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Decent stamina, as a trained warrior he's capable of going for a while but is more concerned about when he thinks his partner needs to stop.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys and he's not really interested in looking into them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a tease at all, he wants to give you exactly what you want when you want it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty quiet, mostly soft grunts and praises thrown in here and there.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He absolutely does not like his hair being pulled and normally will braid it all off before partaking.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Shower, not a grower. He has a good couple of prominent veins but he also has a couple of freckles here and there. He's a sizable girth and is slightly over eight inches in length.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's a little needier than he makes himself out to be and won't normally seek you out, but if you were to approach him with your needs he probably won't turn you down.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not immediately after, would rather clean down and grab fresh clothes before even contemplating sleep.

[wakaoujisenhime]

Aomine, kise, and Akashi with their s/o using their safe word? Maybe a short fic for each?

A/N: you got it (•̀ᴗ•́ )و …also please excuse my lack in creativity concerning the safeword, I sadly had no better and serious-sounding one than ‘RED’ .-. and I wrote this from a fem!reader’s perspective since I wasn’t sure which one you were referring to! Make sure to get back at me if you wanted it from a different perspective!! ♥️

Tags/Warnings: smut (18+!!) ✅ rough sex (in form of insufficient prep) ✅ ❚ overstimulation ✅ ❚ BDSM play ✅ shibari/bondage ✅ use of blindfold ✅ spanking ✅

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Kise:

You knew that you should’ve insisted on talking with Kise.

The moment he came home you could already guess that something had happened and that his mood was down in the dumps. Usually, he would grin at you, hurriedly throw his shoes and jacket away, and then proceed to shower you with kisses, but today was different…

Today he’d come in and pretty much whispered that he was home, his movements were pretty sluggish, and even when you’d ran up to him the smile he gave you was barely noticeable. You were pretty quick in understanding that something had happened, so you immediately asked him about it, but he just shook his head in denial and reassured you that everything was alright and that you shouldn’t worry.

You decided to let it go for the time being and see how the evening played out, but unfortunately for you, there was no progress. Eventually, you decided to use your plan B: getting the truth out of him with sex.

He was one of those types that first needed some buttering up before they were ready to spill the beans and one of many ways - and the quickest - you succeeded in doing that was through bodily intimacy.

You had wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and started kissing his neck, whispering sweet nothings along his skin. It took a tad longer than usual for him to relax and indulge himself in your caresses, but things eventually took their course, and within a matter of minutes he’d taken over.

It felt amazingly good at first, the way his gentle hands roamed your body, exploring, experimenting, observing your reactions as he searched for your weak spots. The way your breath hitched when he began to play with your exposed nipples, paired with the slight tremble of your body as he let his fingers slide along your skin fired him up.

He’d soon gotten on top of you and while his mouth and tongue were busy pleasuring your chest’s sensitive buds, his fingers were preparing your lower body for what’s to follow…and that’s when it all went wrong.

Usually, he’d take his time to prepare you thoroughly with his fingers and his mouth. The way he enjoyed the slight thrashing of your body when he intentionally rubbed his fingertip against your g-spot never failed to make him smile proudly and your sweet moans when his tongue’s tip circled your puffy clit was the cherry on top. Next to making you feel good he also teased you occasionally. You like it like that, right? Hm? Is it here (Y/N)-cchi? You’re so cute you know that? You never told him, but his words never failed to increase the already intense pleasure you were receiving.

But today, after making out with you for a short while, he’d laid you down on your bed, raised your shirt up, freeing your breasts that he then kissed and pinched a few times before shifting his attention to your lower body. Once your panties were off you watched him lick two of his fingers and proceeded to stretch you, only problem was that after what felt like half a minute he pulled back and began unbuttoning his jeans, seemingly ready to move on.

You tensed up a little and tried to analyze the meaning of his rather absentminded facial expression. Many thoughts crossed your mind, such as him planning on having dry sex with you or just using his cock to get you wetter, but as soon as you felt his tip against your entrance, your mind went blank.

One of your hands stretched out towards the young man’s chest, planning on pushing him back a little, but a sharp pain made you freeze up on the spot. With wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, you looked up at the ceiling as you felt the painful way your walls were being stretched apart. Your free hand took a tight grip on the bed sheets, while the one on Kise’s chest ended up scratching his skin and even managed to draw some blood. All of these wordless pleas went unnoticed, your boyfriend’s attention was elsewhere but despite that, he didn’t stop thrusting his hips back and forth.

The pain gradually faded away but didn’t disappear completely and slowly but surely it became unbearable for you. Despite wanting to groan in pain, you bit the inner side of your cheek and began stuttering: “R-Ryou, wait please!”

Your voice was hoarse and slightly raspy from forcing back your pained moans so it barely managed to reach the young man’s ears. After vainly trying for a few more times you needed to resort to more drastic measures, so you moved both of your hands up to Kise’s face, taking a tight hold of his cheeks.

“Kise Ryouta! Red!”

The combination of his full name and the safeword both of you had agreed upon just in case, finally succeeded in catching his attention.

His eyes widened slowly as he realized what was going on. You're tensed up and slightly sweaty body beneath him, the pulsating pain in his chest, the almost painful tightness of your rather dry walls, and the most agonizing image for him: your pale face and slightly reddened lips.

Panic contorted his earlier calm facial features and he immediately pulled out, causing you to hiss at this unexpected motion.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)-cchi, I-I’m so so sorry, I–…god…h-how could this happen? W-What did I…what did I d-do?”

The tremble in his voice caused him to stutter as his shaking hands ran along your body in order to make sure that he hadn’t hurt you in any other way. His fingertips barely made contact with your skin, because he was afraid of touching you in some kind of way that could harm you any further. It was obvious that your usage of the safeword had shaken him up, even more than you’d expected, but this was your only option at that time…

With a sad smile, you took his hands in yours, brought them up to your lips, and kissed his knuckles, the sudden gesture making him flinch.

“Ryouta…do I now have your attention?” you softly asked, your kind tone moving him to tears as he ever so carefully embraced you and started apologizing multiple times. The earlier pain might not have been completely gone, but that was secondary, now you caressed the blond head that was buried in the crack of your neck, wet tears dripping down from your collarbone to your chest. In between your lover’s sobs you silently reassured and lectured him about how he shouldn’t go along with your antics if he wasn’t up for it.

When Kise had calmed down he finally raised his head to face you, his snotty and tear-stained face making you smile, as he once again begged for your forgiveness, promising you that the next time his mood was off he’d talk to you about it instead of bottling it up. Knowing that he was a man of his words you nodded proudly and gave his lips a tender kiss.

“Now then…ready for a second attempt?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Aomine:

Being Aomine’s lover was like a rollercoaster ride, at times he could be the person of your dreams while on others he was an unbearable asshole. Even though his attitude managed to make you see red ever so often, it also made your sexual life spicier.

He was a beast in bed, who managed to push you beyond your limits every single time. There was no such thing as can’t for him.

You can’t get into a certain position? He’ll make sure to mold your body into the position he wants you to be, regardless of how flexible you are or aren’t.

You can’t take his teasing anymore and want him to penetrate you? Sorry sweetheart but you’ll have to wait until he’s up for it and until then you’re free to beg and whine about it, providing him with further music to his ears.

You can’t hold your orgasm back any longer and want to cum? Telling him that is a bad move really because the moment he hears that he’ll grin to himself and stop all movements, wait for your body to calm down despite your numerous pleas, and resume only when he’s confident that you’re far away from reaching your high.

And it was precisely because of these past experiences that the two of you had agreed upon a safeword that you were to use only when things went too far. Both you and Aomine were confident that such a time wouldn’t come, until today…

While you were folding the laundry, your lover was in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes you’d more or less had to force him to do. Upon remembering his pouty face you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, not noticing the tall young man creep up behind you with a mischievous grin.

“Got you!” he called out as he wrapped his arms around your body and pressed himself towards your back. You were caught off guard for a split second but decided to indulge his playfulness as a ‘reward’ for doing the dishes, but your lover unexpectedly took your well-meant intention out of proportion…

“Daiki…w-wait!” you manage to stammer out, your shaky hand gently slapping against the back of the bigger hand that’s hooked around your rib cage. Without fulfilling your request the man behind you keeps the thrust of his hips steady, as he palms your left breast and kneads it.

His slightly chapped lips run along the slight curve of your neck and pepper it with sloppy kisses. You flinch as you feel his other hand slide down your body, heading straight for your clit, and without wasting another second, starts massaging it.

Your vision gets blurry as you feel his rough finger mercilessly draw circles on your already sensitive bud and your moans grow louder as he bottoms out deep inside of you, the slapping of his balls further amplifying the squelching noise echoing in the room. All you can do is cling to him as you feel the knot inside you slowly tightening and dreading to burst any second from all the ministrations.

“You gonna cum?” he asks in a low whisper while nibbling on your ear. You bite your lower lip and nod multiple times as you squeeze your eyes shut and ready yourself for your orgasm.

The moment your walls squeezed down on Aomine’s shaft it made him shudder in pleasure and groan out a silent that’s it as he slowed down his hips’ thrusts, letting you indulge in your orgasm. His deep blue eyes fondly observed the way your body twitched and the slight tremble of your thighs against his own made him tighten his grip around you. While you were still trying to recover from the intense wave of pleasure that had shaken you, you felt how your boyfriend’s cock hardened inside of you, but before you could call out to him, the man took a fistful of your hair and pushed your face down on the pile of folded clothes before you.

He resumed his earlier thrusting speed, but thanks to the slight change in positions he managed to hit the entrance to your womb every single time his hips collided with your soft behind. Truth be told, when Aomine saw you - the person he loved so much - cum that hard by his hands it flipped a switch inside of him. The young man was usually holding many of his kinks and desires back out of worry for the consequences they’d have on your body, but right now all these worries had disappeared and were replaced by a single thought.

I’ll give her an orgasm that will mess her up

You felt an enormous weight push your back further into the mattress, your legs were spread apart, pulled back, and trapped beneath muscular calves. Something told you that whatever was about to happen it wasn’t going to be pleasant, so before your lover began you reached back, searching for his hand and whispering out his name in a slightly trembling voice.

Whatever your intention was, it was completely ignored by your boyfriend, because the moment he heard the silent call of his name he began to downright fuck you as if there was no tomorrow. Your eyes widened at the fast speed at which you were spread apart and the way his body had pinned you to the bed provided you with further friction that made you tear up.

You wished you could say that it felt good, but that might have been the case on another day where you hadn’t cum as hard as you did a few minutes ago. Right now you were in pain. Every thrust forward made your stomach tense up painfully, while each graze of the bedsheets against your abused clit made you jump; you were just so sensitive from before that anything Aomine did, made you shudder and jump as if he was throwing ice-cold water at your burning skin.

Even when you loudly pleaded with him to wait or stop, he seemingly didn’t hear you and kept going. So with not much of a choice left, you tried pushing yourself back against him, your safeword escaping your lips. ”Aomine, stop! Red! Red!“

And just like that all of his movements seized almost immediately, the weight on your back was lifted in an instant, and you were carefully pulled up right into the man’s muscular arms. He didn’t have to say anything, the tight hold around your sore body was enough to get the message across.

You relaxed against his chest and let your head drop on his shoulder as you finally granted your body a well-deserved break from all the over-stimulation. Only when you felt better did you wrap your arms around him.

“…’m sorry (Y/N)” he mumbled against your head in an unusually regretful and pained tone. Having you use the safeword the two of you had agreed upon was something neither of you thought would happen and now that it did, it was quite shocking.

You closed your eyes and planted a soft kiss on his neck, your hand moving up to the back of his head and gently ruffled his slightly sweaty hair.

“It’s ok Daiki, just…just let me rest for a bit next time before going all out like that, ok?”

He leaned back to look into your eyes and sniffled silently, before nodding a few times and giving you a peck on the lips.

Akashi:

Being as perfectionistic as Akashi was in nearly everything proved to be good in certain situations, though truth be told, the young man had bettered himself and was now less hard on himself than before, mainly thanks to you.

In the first few months of your relationship with him, everything was going perfectly well, including your sexual life. He was very attentive and always listened to any worry or topic you had on your mind, not only that but he was also very quick to pick up whenever something didn’t sit well with you. The best example of such a moment was when you’d first started having sex with each other.

Everything was, as expected, perfect but as time went on you felt like something was missing. It just wasn’t enough, you thought and it took you a while to bring it up and when you finally did things turned out to be unexpectedly different.

“Just use the safeword whenever you feel like it’s becoming too much for you or when you’re uncomfortable or anything of that sort, ok?” he softly asks as he tightens the last knot of the red rope around your body, watching you nod in agreement.

The young man took a few steps back to admire his handiwork and deeply breathed in as he pulled out a thin black fabric from one of the shelves. His slender and slightly rough hands brought the fabric around your face and before robbing you of your vision completely, he wanted to confirm the safeword one last time.

“What do you say when you want me to stop?”

“…red” you answered in a silent but firm voice, your response earning you a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck before everything went dark.

The silence and darkness that surrounded you, made you so nervous that you could practically hear the way your heart thumped against your bosom. Your breathing quickened and caused the ropes to practically bore into your skin with each lift of your chest. When you felt the gentle hands of your beloved trail down your back it made goosebumps adorn your skin and you slightly shivered at the prickling sensation.

Just as you’d gotten used to it, the warmth left your back and with your heightened senses, you listened to the faint steps of the red-haired young man who yet again turned around to pull something out of the drawer once more. While Akashi was doing that you tried to get a better feel for the ropes that were constraining your movements, so you wiggled slightly.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to move around now did I?” you heard a low voice mutter behind you and before you could apologize you felt something cold hit your exposed butt. You yelped out in surprise and instinctively attempted to raise your hand to cover your mouth, but the ropes stopped you mid-movement, their rough structure leaving faint marks behind.

After that failed attempt you began to take slow but deep breaths, ignoring the tight feeling surrounding your body. That’s when you felt the object Akashi had spanked you with touch your back and trace your spine’s curve with the leathery surface.

“I trust you’ll behave so that I don’t have to do that again” he cooed next to your ear, kissing it gently while eagerly awaiting your response.

Being in control was nothing new to the young man and it usually didn’t mean much, but now that the person he loved was at the palm of his hands, leaving both their vision and body entirely to him gave him a new sense of power he’d never felt before. His hands were trembling with excitement and just the mere thought of all the possibilities that this little play had in store for you made the tent in his pants feel tighter than before.

Not receiving an answer for that short while during which he fantasized about the upcoming pleasure and sweet pain he’d provide you with, made him a tad impatient, so he brought his arm around your body and teasingly tugged on the knot between your breasts while his other hand lifted the black leather belt from your back and prepared for another spank.

“So you’re not going to answer, huh?”

spank

You tensed your muscles and bit your lower lip as you felt the object hit your buttocks for a second time, but instead of the same tingling sensation from before it hurt, and whenever the cold air around you made contact with your reddened skin it burned so bad that it knocked the air out of your lungs, leaving you behind panting and gasping for air.

Mentally you were still stuck at the first time he spanked you, his unexpected words and the surprising roughness he treated you with were still stuck in your mind.

Was that really the same Akashi who treated you like a delicate flower during your first few times? Did he use his entire strength or is he still holding back?

Question after question poured into your mind, but before you could speak one of them aloud you were slapped yet another time.

“You must be really feeling it if you’re defying me for that long”

N-No…i-it hurts

You clenched your fists and let your nails dig into the ropes around your hands to try and cope with the pain and the way he played with your nipples wasn’t helping.

“S-Sei…w-wait”

“Hm? What was that my dear? I think you might want to speak up a little, or else I won’t know what you want” he said in a playful tone, positioning the belt on your bruised skin.

“N-No, Seijuro please!” you begged, body thrashing around, disregarding the slight sting of the ropes. You felt his gentle arms protectively wrap around your body as he leaned his chin on your shoulders and said: “(Y/N)…we agreed on something, didn’t we?”

His voice was silent but carried a certain amount of sternness that made you freeze up and look down in shame. Through gritted teeth, you whispered out the safeword and remained motionless as your lover began removing the ropes around your body. Much to your surprise, they were tighter than expected, so the moment they were loose enough for removal, you felt your blood circulation resume its course without disruption, making you feel a little weak on your knees.

“It wasn’t that hard now was it, (Y/N)?” Akashi asked as he carefully removed your blindfold and walked around you, now facing you. He let his eyes glide up and down your body, regret distorting his facial features.

“I-I’m sorry Sei, I just…I didn’t want to back out because it wa–”

“You don’t have to apologize, I know” he interrupted and caressed your cheeks before finishing what he intended to tell you, “but I told you to use our safeword if something wasn’t to your liking, didn’t I?”

You nodded and apologized to him, but you were still not looking into his eyes, only when he lifted your chin with his finger did your eyes meet. With a small smile, he gave your lips a soft kiss and smiled. “Just make sure to speak up next time, ok? I’ll never be mad at you or anything if you do…this is why we agreed on a safeword after all, right?”

A wide grin adorned your lips as you nodded energetically a few times and wrapped your arms around the neck of your boyfriend, relieved and happy that you worked it out.

[lacebird]

LACEBIRD’S 300 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION | MAKE ME CHOOSE

@jamesbuckybarns asked: vision or AGATHA HARKNESS

“Years of study to achieve even the smallest convincing illusion, but Westview through your lens, Wanda… Every little detail in place down to the crown molding - you’re even running illusions miles away at the edge of town! Magic on autopilot! What’s your secret, sister?”

[the-ghoul-remains]

SONG STARTER - @blood-driven​

TWO BUTTONS in his shirt were open, his pronounced neckline adorned by beads of S W E A T   A N D   B L O O D glistening and mixing together at the depression of his exposed collarbone. Those cold, D E A D eyes were unblinking, matte and glazed in their appearance as the Black Reaper stared at those hues contrasting his own. His body stood confident and proud, his back straight and shoulders laxed down, long arms and elegant fingers - both humanoid and dragonic in shape - rested and positioned stiffly albeit their possible beauty. He was neither here, or there...

HE WAS IN O V E R D R I V E . This was his B E S T   W A Y   T O   S U R V I V E . His heart was encased in ice, the beats slowed regardless of the excessive physical activities taking place as he launched another onslaught of attacks on the ghoul. The prey. The P A R A S I T E .   T H E   T A R G E T .

A   M A C H I N E . The Black Reaper was molded to be the perfect match to the White Reaper, his - not, I T ‘ S - rightful owner. He was shaped with A L L   I N T E N T I O N , N O   D E S I G N . The darkness engulfing his pale skin, from the hairs on his head down to the slick leather shoes he wore, was all plain for a purpose. Something with no autonomy, wants, or needs, has no need to look eye-catching or remarkable.

IT JUST NEEDED TO DO IT’S JOB.

NO MATTER THE RESISTANCE, it was all futile. The Black Reaper had its paw-like kagune grab the target by its throat, lifting him up in the air for it to stare at as it begun to squeeze. It believed in A L L   T H E I R   L I E S . It was tragic for them both... perhaps in another world they could be happy together. Perhaps, there was a world out there where they held each other tenderly and had children.

YET HERE, I T   A L L   D I E S .

IT WAS S O   M U C H   P A I N , F O R   S O   L I T T L E   G A I N .

[parvulous-writings]

Ethan Winters // NSFW alphabet

Request:   If you're still taking requests, NSFW alphabet for Ethan Winters? I'm down bad for the mold man 😩, and your Heisenberg posts gave me life.

Requested by: anon ​

Summary: NSFW alphabet for Ethan Winters, of Resident Evil fame.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW content ahead, reader discretion advised. 

Notes:

N.B; There are no gifs in existence for Mr Winters that I am able to find. My apologies. 

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ethan is pretty soft, I won’t lie to you. He likes to make sure that you’re completely comfortable, and you don’t need anything. If you do need something, he’ll usually fetch it for you. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hands, and thighs. On both of you, actually. He doesn’t know why, nor how to explain it. 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum) 

He’s not overly fussy, so long as it’s easy to clean up. Stomach or face, if not inside you. 

D: Dirty Secret

He doesn’t really have one. Unless you count him telling Chris certain details? 

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

He knows what he’s doing, don’t worry, he’s quite experienced. But it might take him a couple of tries to get used to you and your body specifically. 

 F: Favorite Position

missionary or cowgirl

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He can be kind of goofy- he’s like that most of the time. He likes a good laugh. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty average, he knows how to take care of himself at least so that’s something.

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It depends on the occasion- if it’s an anniversary or birthday, he’ll be a lot more romantic than normal. 

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it every so often- say you’ve been away for a few days without him, and he’s been needy, then he’ll rub one out to relieve some tension.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Light bondage, over-stimulation and orgasm denial.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, mostly. Occasionally the bathroom or living room. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lingerie, suggestive conversations. 

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage that leans more towards the hardcore side, ageplay and petplay. 

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving, but will give from time to time as well. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually in the middle, unless he’s desperate, in which case he’ll be on the faster side. 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

His view on it is something akin to; you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh he’s game- unless it’s in the No category. He likes experimenting. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

One, maybe two rounds- and unfortunately he doesn’t last overly long. He’s getting there, though. 

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns at least a couple, more for your use than his own.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease very often, but he’ll sometimes slip in the odd comment or two. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s almost painfully quiet. Sometimes he’ll veer into medium, but never more than that.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

This man likes candle ambience on anniversaries and birthdays. He’ll set up the bed with rose petals or other similar romantic items, and drape himself across it wearing his boxers or even less. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) 

B+ to A. 

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

About average, but waxes and wanes periodically. 

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So long as you’ve assured him you’re okay and don’t need anything, he’ll nod right off.

[nsfw-froggie]

Can you do nsfw alphabet for punz ? 🥺

nsfw alphabet: punz

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he is very nice. he’ll clean you up and cuddle up with u :D

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on himself is his hands

his favorite body part on you is your stomach because hes so big you can see the tip of his dick there dhxjxjsjx

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he likes to cum inside of u, but if you dont want him to, he’ll cum on your stomach or your thighs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

one of his dirty secrets is having sex in a risky place. like a bathroom at a restaurant or a dressing room.

another one (if ur a female) is he really wants to try pegging. like- i know he seems like a really dominant person but he really wants u to peg him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he is very experienced.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

doggy style or cowgirl

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he is very serious, but after he’ll ask u how he did n stuff.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he usually keeps it shaved. his hair down there is a bit darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

it depends. the first couple of times he had sex with you, he was bery romantic, but ig he just gave up on that lol

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

if u dont live together, he’ll jack off a lot to photos of you (or he will call you), but if you do live together, he doesnt really jack off a lot

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he definitely has a daddy kink and a degrading kink :)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

his bed, probably.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

maybe like, sitting on his lap? or giving him head under the desk oooo

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

idk...maybe like piss kinks or something

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he LOVES giving u head and he is VERY good at it

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

he likes going fast n rough, but he doesnt wanna go to rough that he will hurt u

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he doesnt rlly prefer quickies

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i guess??? if u wanted to try something he would probably say yes

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he lasts 3 rounds

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he has a vibrator for u, and he has a clone-a-willy dildo (basicly like those things that like mold into the shape of ppls dicks) for u when he isnt there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he likes to tease you a lot. but not thst much that he is constantly teasing you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he isnt thst loud, but he groans a lot. and its really hot

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he really likes it when u take control ;)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

hes probly like...6-7 inches????? idk

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

uhhhh idk

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

you fall asleep before him and he’ll fall asleep maybe 5 minutes later??