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An Emperor

He looks insane, stunning isn't enough to describe him

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His Dad (Soldier Boy)

Description: Homelander cheats on Y/N with StormFront so she decides to sleep with a handsome stranger

Warning:Smut, Cheating

Word Count: 2,109k

Anger rose in her body as she watched the scene in front of her. The disbelief she felt and the hurt. She knew that he was a shitty guy from the start and that he didn’t care about anyone but himself. Her mistake really, for dating him. He wasn’t even a good boyfriend, now that she was thinking about it. He only ever cared about himself. He was controlling and didn’t like it when she did things without him. He hated that she had a life outside of him. Her world didn’t revolve around him. So as she watched him fuck that cunt, stormfront she only felt anger, but she wasn’t sure what the anger was at. Herself for him? Maybe both? She didn’t care, she just needed to leave. Without them noticing, she left. Billy was right all along and she should have listened to him. Homelander was a piece of shit. She fought back tears as she walked to the bar.

She couldn’t believe she wasted that much time on him. She sat on one of the barstools and ordered a drink. She needed to forget about him. That was step one. It was a few drinks later that she noticed a very handsome guy staring at her from across the table. He was probably the best looking guy she’s ever seen. He was observing her as she drank her pain away. She was beautiful and looked oddly familiar but he didn’t know from what. She looked at him as he gave her a smirk. The smirk that said he planned to give her a show.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, breaking eye contact with the handsome stranger she looked at who was calling and to her luck it was Homelander. She scoffed and ignored the call. She set down her phone and looked up to find the handsome guy by her side. “I take it that was your ex calling you?” He asked. She rolled her eyes. “Yup. Just recently too.” She said with anger. “So what did the dumbass do?” He asked. “Cheated on me.” She said and downed the rest of her drink. “How could anyone cheat on a pretty little thing like you?” He asked.

She chuckled and looked at him. “What’s your name?” She asked him. “Ben.” She nodded. “Y/N.” She told him. It clicked in his head that he saw her on TV and that she’s dating Homelander who happens to be his son. “Wait Y/N as in Homelander’s Y/N?” He asked. “Not anymore.” She said. “That asshole cheated on you?” She shook her head and ordered another drink. “Ya know that best part about all of this is? He was a terrible boyfriend. He only ever cared about himself, he was so possessive and didn’t want me having a life outside of him.” “Sounds like an asshole. You deserve better than that. You deserve a man not a little boy.” She took a sip of her drink. “Are you implying something Ben?” She looked at him. He shrugged. “Maybe I am.” She laughed and downed the rest of her drink. He watched her as she did. “Maybe I’m okay with that.” She said.

His lips crashed into hers the second they walked through the door of his house. He had her up against the wall with his hands placed above her head as he deepened the kiss. Her hands wrapped around his neck. He was very a good kisser and she was thankful for that. She didn’t wanna get ahead of herself but she seemed to pick the right guy to fuck after Homelander. They pulled away from the kiss breathing hard. “Wow. You’re a good kisser.” She told him. “Oh sweetheart, I’m very good at other things as well.” He said with a cocky smile. “Oh really?” He nodded. “How about you show me?” He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “That’s what I planned to do?” He said and carried her to his bedroom. Completely forgetting that his bedroom would give away who he was. He had posters of him and his team from back in the day on the wall. As they entered the room he mentally cursed himself and hoped she didn’t look around. She did and gasped. “You know Black Noir?” She asked him. He nodded and kissed her, hoping she wouldn’t ask any questions.

He dropped her on the bed and she opened her eyes to see him on the ceiling in a costume. She gasped loudly as it clicked in her head. He was soldier boy. She sat up fast and he looked at her concerned. “Are you okay?” He asked. “You-You’re soldier boy!” She said. He looked down “yeah I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.” He said. She got up from the bed. “There’s no way that I’m about to fuck another Supe.” She laughed. “So you don’t wanna fuck?” He asked. “No no I definitely do.” She said. He realized that Homelander never told her that he was his dad. “Good. Because I’m a way better fuck than that cape wearing bitch.” He said and pushed her back on the bed. She smirked and removed her shirt. “You better be.” He removed his and got on top her.

They went back to kissing and her hands ran up his muscular back. His hands ran down her body to her jeans. He unzipped them and slid his hand to her panties that were drenched by now. “Holy shit. You’re soaked.” He said against her lips and moved down to her neck. She gasped as his finger rubbed circles on her clit and his lips attacked her neck. She looked up at the ceiling and stared at the picture of him. He was so hot. She was so happy that she was in this position right now. She let out a moan as his finger sped up. “Ben fuck.” She moaned. He was going to make her cum just by one finger. He pulled away from her neck and stopped his finger. He got up and pulled her jeans off her body. He got on his knees and pulled her body to the end of the bed. Her wet covered cunt was face to face with him.

He rubbed his nose against her clit and she gasped, making him smirk. He pulled down her panties to revealing her cunt. “Wow.” He said and gave kitten licks. She moaned out and grabbed his hair and pulled making him groan into her pussy. He was full on eating her out like she was a full course meal. Her thighs clinched around his head as his finger was swirling around her hole. She gasped out as he entered her. His finger was thick. “Ben.” She moaned out. He started pumping his finger as his tongue worked on her clit. She was making the most pornographic noises that was music to his ears. He added another finger and curled them hitting her g spot. She screamed his name and let out a loud moan.

He kept hitting the spot over and over again. She was so close to the edge. His hair was a mess from her pulling it. “Ben, I’m gonna cum.” She warned him. He sped up his movements and felt her pussy spasm all over his fingers. She came hard with a whimper of the man’s name. He felt her squirt onto his face and he gave a sick laugh. Y/N opened her eyes and sat him. His face was covered in her juices. Her face was red at the sight. “You squirted.” He told her. “I’m so sorry I-“ “Relax honey it’s hot. I can tell he never made you do that.” And he was right. John never could. She pulled him in for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and she moaned. She pulled at his jeans and he unzipped them. She pulled them down and pulled away from the kiss to see that he was harder than a rock. His dick begging to be released from his boxers. She pulled them down. His dick was huge, way bigger than John’s. Her eyes widened at the size. He laughed at her reaction. “I can also tell I’m bigger than him.” Ben said with a smirk. She nodded.

Her hand reached up and she ran her thumb over the tip. He let out a groan at her soft hand. She wrapped her hand around his base and started jacking him off. His eyes closed and he let out a breath that he was holding in. Her hand felt amazing. Each thrust of her hand made him groan. “Fuck sweetheart. Your hand feels amazing.” He groaned. She watched as the man’s hips thrusted into her hand, heightening the pleasure. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his eyes were closed. He looked so sexy. He twitched in her hand and his breathing turned into pants. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Her hand moved faster and within seconds he came all over her hand.

She pulled her hand away from him and licked it clean. “WOW you’re really good with your hands. Homelander was a lucky guy.” He said to her. She smirked at him. “Well now I’m the lucky one.” She said. He pushed her back down on the bed and got on top of her. She looked up at him as he took in her pretty body. “God that guy is such an idiot.” He said and entered her. She gasped out at the feeling of being so full. One hand was placed by her head and the other was holding her hip. Her jaw dropped as he thrusted slowly and deep. She felt warm and tight. “Fuck you feel so good.” He groaned as they stared into each other’s eyes. She felt like at this moment nothing else mattered. He placed his forehead on hers and thrusted faster and faster.

She was letting out little whimpers and moans that were getting louder and louder. He felt himself getting closer and closer by just the noises she was making and the fact that he was fucking his son’s ex. She felt him twitch inside of her and she watched him as his eyes rolled back. She felt his cum deep inside of her which triggered her release. “Ben.” She moaned as she came all over his cock. Both of them out of breath and their hips slowly moving, riding out the highs. He collapsed next to her and looked at the picture of himself. Her breathing slowed and she turned to him. “So do you know Homelander?” She asked him. He nodded and looked at her. He figured now would be the best time to tell her that he was his son. “Yeah uh he’s my son.” He looked at her.

Her face twisted for a second like she was confused but also thinking about what he just said. Then she started laughing. “What’s so funny?” He asked her. She caught her breath. “There’s no way he’s your son. You guys are like the same age.” She pointed out. “Yeah well I was frozen for a while.” He said. She stopped laughing and looked at him with a straight face. “You’re tell me that the guy i just fucked happened to be my ex’s dad?” She asked. He nodded. She thought about it and wanted to laugh again. “That is the best thing ever.” She said. He looked at her confused. “Wait, you aren’t mad?” “Why would I be mad? You’re hot and he’s gonna lose his shit when he finds out.” She said. 

Homelander was banging on her door hard, pissed that she hasn’t answered her phone in a few days. She opened the door and he was fuming. “Why the fuck have you been avoiding my calls?” He was basically yelling. “I saw you and Stormfront so we are over.” She yelled back. His face dropped. “Baby that was a one time thing.” She shook her head. “No. Fuck you.” She said and went to shut the door. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, you can’t leave me.” He growled. She opened the door. “Actually I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” Before he could reply another voice called her name. “Y/N who’s at the door?” “Who the fuck is that?” Homelander asked her. The door opened wider to reveal Soldier Boy. “What the fuck is he doing here?” She shrugged. “You’re not the only one that calls me daddy now.” Soldier Boy said with a smirk.

[xxladymjxx]

💋𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮💋

Pairings: Worst Wolverine! Logan Howlet x Human! Fem! Reader

Summary: Logan DEMANDS you sit on his face

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Face sitting, unprotected p and v sex (wrap it up y'all), language, pet names (babydoll, Princess, sweetheart, babygirl), romantic fluff at the end, lmk if I missed anything

Wc: 1.7k

A/N: Thank you @xxbimbobunnyxx, @melodymunson, and @munson-blurbs for beta reading! 🫶🏽 REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED Also divider made by me 😄

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“Sit on my face.” Logan abruptly states as you both enter your apartment next to his roommates place.

This took you by such surprise that you nearly gave yourself whiplash turning to face him.

“What?”

Logan removes his black Deadpool T-shirt to much of his reluctance, got as a ‘welcome to the family’ gift by Wade himself, along with a pair of beige trousers which he hastily discarded, leaving himself in a pair of tight briefs, an obvious tent in the middle.

Climbing into your queen size bed, proping himself up on his elbow, he beckons you closer with his index finger, “I want to fuck your cunt with my tongue, taste your nectar from the source. Let me lose myself in your pussy, baby.” It sounded like a plea but you knew better; it was a demand, the words in your ears travel down to your core creating more arousal, dripping from your cunt to your panties.

You needed no further convincing, shredding your clothes off as quickly as possible, stumbling a little bit making The Wolverine chuckle. You're bare minus for your matching bra and panties, Logan's gaze at you is as though he's viewing some sort of angel or ethereal creature not of this world.

“Logan,” you crawl from the foot of the bed to the large man lying before you, sporting a grin on his handsome face, “What do you want me to do?” You question, batting your eyelashes, knowing fully well what he wants from you. His eyes darken from lust and irritation.

Logan harshly grabs your right wrist, peering deeply into your irises, “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face.” He threatened you like he was about to kill you, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your panties.

“Yes, sir.” You squeak out, your left hand reaching to the waistband of your panties but Logan stops you, releasing your right wrist.

“Don't bother.” He says, lifting you up by your hips and onto his ravenous mouth. Using his teeth he bites the waistband with his sharp canines and effectively rips your panties in two, destroying the delicate pair and tossing them to the floor,

“Logan! I love this set! Why wou–” your words were cut off by Logan pressing his face into your pussy, lapping at your folds like this would be the final time he'd taste you.

“Logan shit!” You moan, grabbing a fistful of his brown hair, careful not to hurt him (like you could).

Growling into your cunt he begins his assault on your clit, sucking the delicate bud into his mouth his face moves side to side creating more friction. Your moans are like a siren's song to him, only encouraging him to please you more.

“Oooh, Logan FUCK!” You scream, the pleasure being almost blinding, you have no idea what brought this on suddenly but you weren't complaining.

“That's right, baby girl, let me fuck you like the absolute goddess you are.”

You were extremely flattered, Logan has never said anything like that to you before. Even though you were, for the most part, in control, you still remembered your manners, “Thank you, Logan.”

“You're welcome, babydoll.” Sending you a wink he dives back into your folds, licking, slurping, and sucking your pussy like this was his lifeline.

And you were loving every second, Logan knew exactly the amount of pressure to use on your body to make you go wild. Unhooking your bra you toss it on the floor, grabbing your breasts you twist and tug at your sensitive nipples, “Oh– SHIT!” your voice went up several octaves, the pleasure being intense.

Logan removes himself from your clit and switches to your cunt. Making his tongue spear-like he stabs your cunt repeatedly, fucking you with it, not hiding his own groans.

“Fuck! This pussy’s divine!” Logan groans as he continues to tongue fuck your pussy.

“L-Logan,” you moan as you rock your hips gently, wanting to feel as much of him as you could.

Logan follows your movements with synchrony, his thumb giving your clit harsh circular rubs, knowing this will put you over the edge.

Like clockwork you shout, “Logan! I'm gonna cum! Please don't stop!” Hearing your sweet voice in such ecstasy nearly made him cum.

Murmuring into your pussy he says, “I won't, babydoll.” He continues his ministrations with more intensity, until finally you cum.

“Fuccck! LOGAN!” You scream, reaching the peak of pleasure Logan brought you to has you trembling as your cum leaks out of your pussy.

Helping you ride out your pleasure Logan licks up the cum dripping out of your cunt while easing the intensity of his rubbing of your clit, “That's right, babygirl, you came for me, you did so good.”

The praise made your face feel like molten lava, “T-thank you, Logan,” your trembling had subsided as you fall on the opposite side of your bed to catch your breath only to be met with Logan on top of you, his briefs long gone and his cock is rock hard on his stomach.

“I'm not finished yet, princess,” Logan grins as he pumps his cock a few times, “spread your legs.” He ordered.

Opening your legs in succession, you invite him in, “Please, fuck me Logan.” You beg.

“Princess, I'm going to destroy you,” that was a promise, with a serious glint in his eyes he was going to fill you with so much pleasure you'll damn near go unconscious.

Smirking at Logan's declaration you say, “Do it,” you want him to ravage you like the animal you know he can be.

Logan harshly pushes his cock into your entrance, not stopping to let you adjust until he was fully sheathed at the hilt inside you, “Shit, baby girl! So tight, fuck!” He hissed between his teeth, throwing his head back.

“Lo-gan, sh-it!” You stutter, the fullness of his cock already making you dizzy,

Rocking his hips back and forth, he was fucking you with reckless abandon, the bars of the canopy above your bed banged against the wall behind it. His large cock so deep inside your walls you felt as though he could quite literally split you in half, and you would have a fucked out, blissful expression on your face while he's doing it.

You're brought back to reality with Logan lightly tapping your face, “Baby! You okay?!” He halted his movements, concern etched in his voice.

Opening your eyes that you didn't know were closed (you were that cock drunk already) you face the panting Wolverine, a sheen of sweat formed on his perfectly sculpted body, “‘M fine, I'm okay, Logan,” you hope this reassurance will be enough for him to continue destroying you. He leans down further, folding your legs to your chest making sure he is looking you in your eyes.

“You sure?” He asks, his hazel eyes swim with concern for you, one of the many great things about Logan is that he'll always make sure you can take the rough fucking he gives you.

Hardening your resolve you respond, “I can keep going,” reaching out to touch his face. You kiss him which he hastily returns resuming his harsh thrusts, groaning into your mouth.

“Fuckin’ squeezing me, baby girl!”

He spoke against your ear, biting and kissing your neck hard enough to leave marks. Honestly, Logan is crazy about you; madly in love with you. You make his being a mutant bearable, easing his trauma like a healing balm.

Hell, being on top of you is therapy for him, his hard cock deep inside your fluttering pussy feels like heaven, “I love you, baby girl! Fuck!” He drawled out the ‘fuck’, the pleasure overtaking his heightened senses.

“I love you too, Logan!” Even in your cock drunk state you could still tell your lover how much he means to you. Warmth spreads all over your body like a cane field in a high wind until you utter, “Logan, I'm gonna cum again!” Your toes curl, Logan hitting your G-spot with immaculate precision. Reaching down you start to rub your clit until a larger hand gently nudges yours away.

“I’ll play with your clit, baby. Just cum, I'm right behind you!” with that, Logan's thumb rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusting inside you quickens, wanting to bring to your orgasm as quickly as he can.

Moan after moan falls unabashedly from your lips until they become more high pitched and you announce your climax, “I'm cumming!” you release your juices all over Logan's already drenched cock.

“That's right, baby! Soak my cock and balls! Fuck I'm right there too!” In two or three thrusts, Logan spills his seed inside you, collapsing on top of you but making sure he doesn't squish you.

Panting and catching his breath, Logan peers into your blissed out face, your eyes opening to meet his, “You okay baby?” He asks softly, kindness radiates off his voice.

“Yeah,” your voice is timid, almost embarrassed like you'd just lost your virginity. But Logan has that effect on you, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush on a big, strong man.

Logan pulls out of you making you wince, “Sorry,” he said

“‘S okay, don't apologize,” you yawn, feeling sleepy.

“Baby,” Logan's large hand cups your cheek, turning your face to look at him, his eyes shining with love, “will you marry me?”

The question threw you off completely, but the answer you knew in an instant, “Yes, Logan, I will be your wife.” you grin at your fiancé, happiness blossoming inside of your heart.

“Thank you,” he kisses you, love, adoration, and passion for you unspoken but spoken in the kiss, “tomorrow we'll go ring shopping, anything you want,”

You shake your head, “I don't need a ring, all I need is you, Logan,”

Logan yawned, sleep already wanting to overtake him. Kissing your forehead he covers you both in your bed sheets, “We'll talk about it in the morning, for now, let's sleep.”

“You don't have to tell me twice,” you giggle, closing your eyes and cuddling against your future husband, “goodnight my fiancé,”

Logan chuckles deeply, “Goodnight my fiancée,”

Both of you fall asleep each in the arms of the one you love most with the promise of tomorrow overlooking the horizon.

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[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Hi, I'm new to BL.

Have watched kiseki, the Japanese drama with the unlucky student, and now Pit Babe. I'm bored with too innocent dramas and I prefer adult story lines with good chemistry. Do you have some favorites from recent years? Would love to look up some titles.

The hornier the better 😉

Uhhh, nice ask! For the answer I made up two categories: the ones with mature storylines and the horny ones. Of course, the two categories overlap in places, but the categorisation was helpful for me for a better horny classification 😅 There are incredibly good series for both groups. And I'm happy to talk about them.

Let's start with the mature ones. And just so you know, this is going to be a very long list 😅

The Mature-List

180 Degree Longitute Passes Through Us

This series had us under its peculiar spell in 2022. I would rate the horny scale at 1/10, the chemistry between the two mains is terrific and the tension cutting, but that's not what this theatrical masterpiece is about. It's about acceptance, grief, guilt and the fact that all of this can either destroy you or make you grow and emerge stronger. Highly recommended.

Ghost Host, Ghost House

The series starts off rather funny and strange and develops over time into a profound story about grief, letting go and healing. It's all somewhat broken up by a love story with incredibly good chemistry and very nice NC scenes. These two can kiss! And yet nothing is easy and grief takes time and only when you have been able to mourn you can heal.

Goodbye, Mother

Nau Van travels back to his home country of Vietnam with his partner. Instead of telling the family that they are a couple, they are caught in the middle of a family drama. The film is very emotional, the characters are well drawn and the story told is touching and well written. If you want to watch something different from the "standard" series, you've definitely come to the right place. Highly recommended, but watch out for triggers such as violence and homophobia.

Happy Ending Romance

I would go out on a limb and say that the gif may be a little misleading here. On a horny scale, the series would be in the lower range. But it's still quite progressive for Korea. The story is very intricate and you have to be careful not to miss anything. An aspiring writer, disappointed and deceived by the publishing world, hides behind his own walls and those built by his partner, a well-known and celebrated author. Until a young publisher sneaks into our writer's life and tries to lure him out of hiding so that the world can experience his genius. Maybe it's the fact that it's about publishing and writing or because I just think the publisher with his fuzzy head and sunshine smile is so cute, but I loved the series!

I Feel You Linger In The Air

Horny? At times, yes. Mature? Definitely. A tragic story set in a past in which homosexuality was frowned upon and the male descendant was expected to take over the business and live his life according to the ideas of the head of the family. And that's where our protagonist Jom, a heartbroken young man from the current century, is thrown in by an accident. He meets Yai, a young man with whom he shares a very special bond. The chemistry between these two is outstanding and the characters are so well written. Such a beautiful series!

Innocent

I must admit, I was a little bit confused when I first started this miniseries. I put it to the side and some time later I started it again. And it finally clicked. It's not an easy series and yet it can give you back your faith in love and trust. Yu Shi has some really bad trauma from his childhood, but chooses to stay witth Wu Zheng and the latter is patient enough for Yu Shi to trust him enough for Noah to accept him in his life.

La Pluie

This series divides opinion. Some find it consistently terrific and well-written and others may have problems with one or two characters. I belong to the latter group, which spoilt the series for me towards the end, but I would still list it here. Because tastes are different and absolutely subjective. You should form your own opinion here. The bottom line is that La Pluie is about soul mates and whether it's something you choose yourself or something that is predetermined. The NC scenes are delicate and appealing and the basic idea behind the series was actually very interesting. It's thought-provoking and packaged in nice pictures.

Life: Love on the line (Director's Cut)

Itou Akira and ishi Yuuki meet on their way to school while walking on the white line. They become friends and fall in love. What follows is a portrayal of their lives as they struggle through high school and college and eventually arrive in adult life. And as in every life, there are obstacles and problems and the older and bigger you get, the bigger the problems become. A film well worth seeing.

Long Time No See

What happens when a contract killer falls in love and the person he's dating isn't necessarily who he claims to be? An excellent film in any case, peppered with a nice story, good NC scenes, great chemistry between the actors, a sister as the best mood enhancer and also very well choreographed violence. In other words, everything you could wish for. And I can't and don't want to say any more, otherwise I could spoil important things and we don't want that.

Moonlight Chicken

EarthMix with a very aesthetic NC scene right in the first episode? Oh yes! But apart from the fact that the two of them really surprised me in this series, Moonlight Chicken simply blew me away with its storytelling, the depth of the individual stories, the well-drawn characters and the emotions that the individual stories evoked in me. The series tells stories about new beginnings, about letting go of the past, about trust, about acceptance, about grief and anger and about finding relationships where you didn't expect to at first and that love can't cure everything, but it can make life a little more bearable.

Old Fashion Cupcake

Old Fashion Cupcakes is a story about adults for adults. It's a comforting series that gives you courage and makes you realise that you're never too old to enjoy life. Besides, the two of them eat the most delicious things and I'm constantly hungry while watching. It is so good to see Nozue open up to Togawa and let the younger one lead him back into life.

Rec

I went into the film without any great expectations. And after the first few minutes, I actually thought that it was just a couple who like to film themselves having s'x. But at some point I was so captivated by the depth of the film. I was really touched at the end and understood why the two of them indulged themselves so excessively and filmed it. I can't put the film on the horny list because it would somehow be out of place there.

The Sign

A current series about two cops who realise that they are connected by past lives. Fate wanted them to fall in love and so they now have to overcome the hurdles that this love entails together. Because in earlier times, this love between Naga and Garuda was forbidden. Yes, there are a few mystical elements built in and they look pretty cool! The two mains have no problems with closeness and the NC scenes are some of the best out there.

Before we move on to the horny list, a few shout-outs for good series, which I didn't want to write about in detail:

Light

Plus and Minus

Manner of Death

Step by Step

Jack o'Frost

My Tooth Your Love

Papa & Daddy

Tokyo in April is...

My Personal Weatherman

The New Employee

To My Star (1+2)

Triage

Our Dating Sim

We are now leaving the mature series and moving on to the horny list (mostly with serious topics).

The Horny-List

Bed Friend

In addition to really good NC scenes, there is a lot of trauma shown. It's not quite my cup of tea, but many others find the series really good. I'll leave my personal opinion out of it and just say that this series is pretty high up on the horny list. However, you should pay attention to the trigger warnings and there are quite a few of them, especially when it comes to SA in every conceivable form.

Cutie Pie

I was pretty hyped about the show until the seventh episode or so. God was I obsessed. After that, the magic that Zee had on me left me a bit. The story really isn't the best, but I think most people didn't necessarily watch the show for the story. The two of them have really good chemistry and that kitchen scene still makes me weak in the knees sometimes. Definitely up there on the horny scale.

Dangerous Dr'gs Of S'x

There is no gif for this. Even if I found it here, I wouldn't insert it. Japan has two sides, either innocent and sweet or hardcore (well not really, but sometimes you can get this image). This one is hardcore. It's not necessarily horny and there's even a pretty heavy story behind it, but this film is riddled with s'x… Not necessarily consensual, at the beginning definitely not consensual. If you're over 18 and can take it, check it out. The film is not bad at all. It's just a bit different…

KinnPorsche

Praised by many, but viewed by me with a somewhat more critical eye, I would still recommend the series if you don't have a problem with dub-con or torture or violence in general. The mafia story is softened somewhat by the love scenes and the slapstick humour is not for everyone. It's a lot about daddy issues and whether you like the characters or not is something you have to decide for yourself.

Love In The Air

I have my issues with the show, but the more I watch and the more I try not to be quite so critical of toxic and destructive phatasies, the more these issues leave me unconcerned. Will I ever watch the series again? Nope. Can I understand why so many people love this show? Of course I do. That's why I don't want to withhold it from you here. LITA has a total of two stories to tell about two friends and their love life. The second story is definitely not an easy watch. There is trauma and SA and some stalking shit and it really can hit you. But for both parts, the NC scenes are, hands down, some of the best ever.

The End Of The World With You | Love At The End Of The World | Till The World Ends

We would have a Japanese doomsday scenario, a Filipino one and a Thai one. I'll summarise it under one point. All three are very explicit in their depiction of intimacy. All three are somewhat confusing story-wise. I had fun watching all three. In contrast to Love at the end of the world, The end of the world with you and Till the world ends are definitely still quite restrained.

Only Friends

The GmmTV actors have taken over and caused a huge mess. A group of friends want to open a hostel as a college project. Whilst in the series this somehow slips into the background at some point and really only served as a location for flings and water adventures, people get to know and love each other and some fall back on old friends to make new loves jealous. Somehow everyone was trying to hurt someone else at one point. I have found a new icon thanks to this series and have cheered for Boston and Boeing in their many endeavours. If I had to say one sentence about the show it would be that it's pure chaos, but damn Boston and Nick... hot.

Playboyy

Okay. I know the majority don't like this series, but I think it's terrific. I'm always amazed at how artistic the episodes are. How each couple has their own special setting, so you know who's about to appear. Yes, there is a lot of s'x, not necessarily horny s'x. It's often used for storytelling or as a catalyst for what happens next. And Prom and Nont are my little favourites. I find Prom only half as attractive without glasses, unless he swaps glasses for a blindfold… Still, on a horny scale it is up there.

Pornographer aka The Novelist

A student runs over a writer on his bike, breaking the writer's arm. As compensation (and because he can't pay damages), the student agrees to write down the writer's story he was working on. It is pornographic literature and while the writer dictates to the student, a kind of relationship develops between the two. This is not a romantic relationship in the classic sense, it's not about a cautious approach and getting to know each other, but about the psychology of lust and manipulation, about loneliness and the desire for more. It's pretty deep shit and I can only recommend it. But always with the warning that it's not going to be an easy watch.

Sweet Curse

Here's a short film for a change. I love short films! And Sweet Curse is one of them. Min-woo is jealous of one of his closest friends Ha-joon and wants to curse him. Too bad when the haunting spirit falls in love with the handsome and kind-hearted Ha-joon. When Korea has the freedom, they go all out. There are some short films that you wouldn't have expected from South Korea. And this here it's quite high up on the horny scale.

Wedding Plan

God, I love this series. No matter what anyone says, it was so good to watch these two fall in love and slowly let their walls down until the clothes followed. A very amusing series in which both mains know what they want and, above all, that they want each other, even if the planned wedding of one of them got in the way a little beforehand.

Why R U

The series may lack a bit of story, but if you want it horny, the Fighter x Tutor storyline is definitely for you. You have to hand it to Zee, the man can kiss. It's not the most adult series, set in college, but the topics are sometimes a bit heavier and the NC scenes are definitely worth watching.

I hope I haven't bored you and that there's something suitable for you in this small selection 😊 It was so fun making this list! Thank you again for this ask!

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Unexpected Traveler Pt. 1 ✦ 」

↳ You were once a world traveler alongside the twins—one being your lover...but that was until you had disappeared from their side not too long after their run in with the heavenly principles. So...what a coincidence would it be if a certain unexpected traveler showed up.

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You flopped onto your bed—nothing seemed better than to just be unconscious in a world of bliss and nothingness.

Earlier you had to deal with a stuck up local who commissioned you. Fortunately you were saved by the artistic consultant de Fontaine who graciously invited you for a quick tea and sandwich but it was cut short as your food and drink splattered on your outfit by a bumping local.

So here you were, splat across your mattress, staring at nothingness in contemplation of your life.

How you wished you could go back to your old life..

You started to reminiscence of your previous adventures with the blonde twins—hopping different worlds, exploring their vast lands and fighting off unique and exquisite monsters.

Your eyebrows furrow as your mind drifts to that day—the day where you lost everything, lost them—him.

You remember it so clearly, the night sky with it's stars shining down upon the world, the moon's glow cascading over the nourishing life, though..it all turned red so quickly. Fire spreading, smoke arising from every corner. The world was crumbling, you, yourself included.

You remember, you could still feel it, the way your hand slowly crumbled away into ash. You remember the horrified faces of the twins as the realization sank in. You remember the last time you saw his face as he cradled you before the only thing left was ashes and darkness.

But then..you woke up here. The burning sensation that filled your eyes from the salt, how the world around you felt light yet heavy at the same time..that was until you felt movement from yourself and another. And that's where you met Furina—well, Focalors, the God of justice and the Archon of hydro. Overall throughout your years here, the two of you had gotten close, practically family at this point.

..

Your time of reminiscing was interrupted with knocking from your door.

Quickly getting up you opened the door and were greeted by one of Furina's servants.

"Lady {Y/N}, Lady Furina wishes to speak to you quickly."

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"HE'S HERE!?"

Your shouts bounced off the walls of the court room, Furina swore the whole city of Fontaine heard.

She shook her head. "Well, yes and no. Aether's here on Teyvat, yes, but he's not in this region." She corrected placing her head on her hand with intrugement.

"B-but he's here! Holy shit!" You cussed, both hands at the side of your head as you paced nervously. But you briefly stopped, your brows furrowing, "wait..he's here..? Where's Lumine?" You questioned.

Furina raised her brow in confusion, "His sister?" She paused, hesitating as she thought..She shook her head, "{Y/N}...She—...she isn't here, theres no records of her existence here physically, the only thing of her being is words from the traveler." She stated as her brows furrowed in sympathy.

She knew your relationships with the twins. She didn't want to be the barrier of bad news but better to say it now than let it be found later. Right?

She watched as you stood in silence before sighing. "Do you know where he is now?" You asked as she hummed in thought before nodding, "I believe he's somewhere in Sumeru, I heard there was quite a big event there."

You furrowed your brows before shaking your head, "thank you Furina, I need a bit of time to uhh figure all this out." You smiled as she nodded in understanding.

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Two weeks have passed, you haven't heard much about the Aether only a few mummers and mumbles every once in a while.

You still had hope and your were ecstatic to see him for the first time in how many years? Right..4 years.

You wondered if he changed at all or if he was still the same—like his looks, or persona. Maybe even his relationships? Would that also mean his relationship with you would've changed..? What if he didn't like you anymore—moved on, found someone else? What if-

You shook your head, not wanting to sink deeper into that abyss.

You walked along the shore of Fontaine, your brows furrowed as you tried calming your gearing mind.

"AGH! Why couldn't I have just not turn to dust!?" You complained, throwing your head back as you pressed your nails into your head in irritation but quickly let go as you heard something behind you.

"{Y/N}..?"

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A/N : HAJHAJHAJHAJA I FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHER FIC 🤩

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The Diviner (Part I)

(Morpheus x Prophetess Reader)

Synopsis: An ordinary outing with Hob Gadling turns sour when you have a vision of someone's death. You must do everything in your power to stop it.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 1385

A/N: I'm so excited to share this with you all! My first (intentional) multi-part fic! A massive shout out to the lovely @7-wonders for helping me through this with her insights and suggestions, you definitely made me feel better about this. But still, after reading this so many times, I feel like it's the worst thing I've written, so, of course, that means I have to release it into the universe and let it go. And with that, I hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist | Part II

You never thought it would come to this, standing before Dream of the Endless, ready to die.

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Living amongst humans, you hardly crossed paths with the Endless. The only one you really saw was Death. You sought her out sometimes. Immortality was lonely if you didn’t know how to navigate it.  

In one particular meeting, she sent Hob Gadling in her place. He became a confidant, even better than Death on some occasions. He was closer to what you were—a human given immortality. And you, a seer, an oracle, a prophetess—able to see the future and walk through it—an ability you never asked for.  

Life was a funny, fickle thing.  

It had been hundreds of years since you last saw Morpheus. You encountered him and Destiny long ago but would never forget what they did.  

In the 15th century, you were strolling through a meadow of wildflowers as tall as trees one moment, only for them to melt away and reveal Destiny and Dream.   

That dream had been your last. 

It was easy to despise them at first. You watched every member of your family die. You barely aged, and when the whispers began, you fled.  

Every new place unfolded into the same pattern. You developed friendships, found love, and built your new life from the ground. You foretold their deaths, fled when people grew suspicious, and returned to watch those you loved lowered into the earth.  

It was like breathing to hate them, but unlike you, things changed.  

You stopped seeking out the expectations of human life, stopped living day by day, and started seeing the bigger picture.

You hadn’t realized how you could influence your visions until you wandered, not because you had to, but because you wanted to.  

Destiny gave you this life because it was what he had to do, and you were able to help stop so many terrible things with it. You managed to evacuate an oceanside village before a flood, left anonymous tips so the authorities could catch murderers, and pulled a woman out of the way of an oncoming car—one that would go on to change the world.  

But you couldn’t see everything. You couldn’t see your destiny. You weren’t Endless or all-knowing. And then you hated Destiny more for all the horrible things he let happen—all the people that perished because he refused to interfere—because you didn’t see.  

Death and Hob quelled some of your anger. Their stories of Morpheus were more enlightening than you would have liked.  

He hadn’t given you this power. He only let Destiny find you through your dreams so he could bestow it. Still, guilt by association was damning. And you always wondered why he helped Destiny in the first place.  

But to ask him, he’d have to enter the Waking, and according to Death, that was something he did not do.  

That was another thing you missed—dreaming. The escapism that so many needed, you could not partake in. Your days and nights were full of visions. And unlike dreams, you remembered all of them.  

—  

You’re clutching your side, staring into his blue eyes—your veins on fire.  

You want him dead.  

—  

You appreciated the routine you established with Hob throughout the years—brunch on Sundays, then a walk to your bench at the park.  

You were halfway through your meal when he broached a topic that had become a weekly discussion.  

“My students would love to hear your side of things.”

An unimpressed look shaped your features.  

“My side of things nearly cost me my life,” you said, sipping your tea.  

“Ah, yes, I forgot you aren’t privy to a centennial death meeting with Dream,” he said.  

“Yes,” you hummed in amusement. “Must be nice to choose when you die.”  

“It has its perks.”  

You huffed, rolling your eyes playfully.  

“Now, now, a little respect for your elders!” he laughed.  

You raised a brow. “I’m pretty sure age is redundant at this point.”  

He shrugged. “As long as I get a birthday cake.”  

“I thought you only do that every decade?”  

“I was thinking of switching things up. You only live once, you know!”  

You both burst out laughing, trying to quiet to not disturb the other patrons.  

“Just consider it,” he said after settling. “I think I’m beginning to bore them.”  

“You? Never,” you said.  

His mouth opened, eyes alight, and then your head dropped forward. You had enough cognizance to catch it with your hands as flashes played behind your lids.  

Morpheus trapped.  

A silhouette loomed over him.  

And Death, leading her brother away.  

Hob’s warm hand on your forearms helped pull you out.  

“Are you alright?” he asked. “They don’t usually last that long.”  

You breathed slowly; your head still heavy.  

He said your name.  

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “But we need to find Morpheus.”  

Hob’s voice lowered. “What’s going to happen to Morpheus?”  

You looked up, somewhat steadily. “Someone’s going to kill him.”  

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This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be reunited with everyone you lost.  

Then why are you petrified?  

—  

You were in the park amongst a crowd after shooting from your seat and leaving Hob to take care of the check.  

It was your best chance to find Death here. There were far too many people for something not to happen.  

Hob called your name, running up beside you.  

“Did you have to take off like that?”  

You scanned the area as you spoke. “I have to warn Morpheus.”  

“I know,” he heaved, “But don’t you know when it will happen?”  

You shook your head. “I couldn’t tell. It was bright, but it was indoors. And it went by so fast.”  

“Okay, what else did you—hey!”  

There!  

She was good at blending in, but you could sense her power.  

And it seemed she sensed yours because she faced you as you approached. And where a smile would normally bloom, a frown took hold.  

“What’s wrong?” she asked, clearly concerned.  

“I saw your brother die,” you said. “But you already know that, don’t you?”  

Her eyes widened. “You had a vision?”  

“Have you warned him?” You ignored her question.  

“I…No, I haven’t.”  

“Then we need to. Can you call Morpheus somehow?” Your mind was running rampant, scenario after scenario, and how to combat them playing out.

She said your name. “If it’s my brother’s time…”

“No. There’s no way he's dying if I can help it. I wouldn’t have seen it if I couldn’t do something!” You hated this feeling bubbling up, like constriction from the inside.  

Morpheus had been an object of your detestment for so long, but he had also opened the door for you to save so many. The least you could do was protect him in return.  

“Okay! Okay,” she said, wanting to calm you. “Let’s go somewhere private.”  

Once you were back at your place, Death called to Dream through her sigil. And while you stood, anxious, Hob sat with one leg over the other, a firm look on Death.  

“Sister.” Morpheus appeared without a sound. Or perhaps he did make one, and you were too in your head.  

He faced you as calmly as the night you met. “Seer.”  

You hadn’t seen him in centuries, but had he been this ethereal when you met?  

“Morpheus.”  

“Why have you summoned me, sister?” Morpheus asked.  

“Someone’s planning to kill you,” you interrupted, arms crossed.

His face pinched ever so slightly. “You’ve seen this?”  

You nodded.  

“Is this true?” Morpheus looked to Death.  

She hesitated. “I don’t know. And that’s what worries me.”  

“Hold on a moment.” Hob waved a hand. “You’re saying you have no knowledge of Morpheus' murder.” He pointed to you. “And yet you’ve seen it.”  

“Then maybe there’s still a way to save you,” you said to Morpheus. “Surely Death of all people has to know when someone will die.”  

Death let out a slow sigh. “I hope that’s the case.” Then met your gaze. “The only comfort I take in all this is your vision. It tells me there’s a chance.”  

“So, what do we do?” Hob asked.  

“We find out who wants Morpheus dead,” you said. “And hope we can stop them.”

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BAD MEDICINE ~Infectious teachers~ [PC GAME] Kashu Remu (Chemistry) Route Translations (Bad END)

MC’s name is retained as the original MC name Kawana Hina.

* Words within ' ' are spoken in English – *Spoiler free : Translations under cut! *T/N: Fair warning: It's pretty messed up. Angst, anyone?

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Bad END

— Shortly after that… He’s brought me to a place. A forest far out from the city.   It was deserted, of course. A place shaded by the trees… A place where the sun couldn’t really reach.   That was where he brought me to.

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Hina: Um… Sensei? Where are we going?

Kashu: It’s just up ahead.

Kashu: …

Hina: (What should I do now? Would talking help?)

Hina: Um… It’s getting dark outside.

Kashu: …

Hina: S-Sensei? Can I ask you something?

Kashu: What?

Hina: What are you planning on doing in a place like this…?

Kashu: I wonder?

Hina: Oh, are you going to conduct an experiment, perhaps?

Kashu: Perhaps.

Hina: Erm… Kashu-sensei?

Kashu: …You’re being awfully noisy.

Kashu: If you really want to know, then let me show you!

Hina: Wha-!?

Hina: (Huh…!?)

Kashu: …

Hina: Sensei…?

Kashu: Shut up…

Hina: Let… me…

Kashu: Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!

Hina: Pl… ea… se…

Hina: (Is he mad with me? Why? Is that why he’s strangling me?)

Hina: (But if he’s truly that mad, then does he look like he’s about to cry?)

Hina: (…Why? I have so many things I want to ask him, but why is my voice not working?)

Hina: Wh… y…?

Kashu: …

Hina: Wou… ld… you…

Kashu: I would like to know too. Why would I?

Kashu: I don’t know, because I can’t understand it either. I just get so irritated whenever I see you.

Hina: Urk…

Kashu: It never got better. No matter how much time passed. Even if I never saw you. And it only made me angrier.

Kashu: But, seeing you also frustrated me. It felt almost as if my heart was being forced to waver.

Kashu: It hurt, it stung, and it made it hard to breathe.

Kashu: I just had to forget about you, didn’t I? But I couldn’t get my mind off you no matter how hard I tried.

Kashu: I wanted to keep my focus on my experiments, but thoughts about you always got in the way. It’s a real nuisance.

Kashu: This reaction of mine is foreign. It disgusts me. And I cannot keep on living like this.

Kashu: So, in order to treat this affliction of mine… It seems like I’ll simply have to rid this world of your existence.

Hina: …Ngh…

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Kashu: So, disappear. Please, go away. I’m begging you.

Kashu: I can’t stand suffering like this anymore.

Kashu: It’s much better being alone in this world!

Kashu: Hey, won’t you return me to how I usually am? You’re the one who made me like this. So, tell me. Will I go back to how I was?

Kashu: If I can’t, then tell me. How can I free myself from this frustration I feel?

Kashu: Do I have to delete you from this plane of existence after all? Tell me… TELL ME!

Hina: (…Huh. So that was what was bothering him.)

Hina: (He’s a teacher, yet it’s almost as if he’s still a child. One that’s throwing a tantrum to his parents because he’s unable to express his feelings properly.)

Hina: (But, I guess that checks out. This is the first time he’s starting to have feelings for someone else, so I suppose it’s the same thing to him.)

Hina: …

Kashu: …!?

Hina: (I can no longer speak, but…)

Hina: (There may be something else I can do to put him at ease.)

Hina: (Just a little more… Move, hand. Work with me a little… A little while… Just enough to embrace him. That's all I ask for.) 

Kashu: Why…?

Hina: Ha… a…

Kashu: Why…? WHY!?

Hina: (Don't cry. You'll get over it eventually.)

Hina: (It's alright even if it hurts. Because… you're not alone.)

Hina: (So don't go saying such sad things like how you're better off alone…)

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In reality, I'd wanted to convey this to you through words.  But, I couldn’t.　

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Kashu: …

Kashu: …Heh.

Kashu: …Ahh. Now, I am finally free.

Kashu: I can focus on my experiments, and nothing else, just as I did before.

Kashu: Right? …Right?

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Kashu: Why… Why do I still…

Kashu: I should have been freed now that you're gone, but why does it still…

Kashu: …Why…?

Kashu: Hey… What should I do about this? Tell me… what should I do…?

Kashu: ANSWER ME!

Kashu: Someone… Anyone…

Kashu: Please…

Kashu: Save me…

[unkandily]

Jay nightmare won. I suck at drabbles but this'll be good practice for @msabs (GO CHECK IT OUT)

This turned out to be really fucking long but my ao3 is broken so I can only post it here :/ (I would've made it longer I would've made it longer I wou)

(This takes place after episode 101 in my head)

Jay woke up gasping. Terror weighed down on her chest like an anchor, bringing hot, unwanted tears to her eyes. The logical side of her brain, the one that was usually louder, reasoned that it was a nightmare. The emotional side told her that it was the end of the world. Her first move was to clamp her hand over her mouth, muffling the sound of her panicked breathing. Her second was to suck in a breath, bit by bit, and then release it. She repeated this action until the grip on her lungs loosened and the tears stopped spilling. The pirate checked around, making sure neither of her co-captains had been awakened by her noise. She knew it was improbable, with them being out at sea and all, but she still worried for their rest. Not like she would get any herself, anyway. She swung out of bed, cringing when Chip moved in his sleep, being sure to move quieter. She had made it to the door, starting to open it-

"Jay?"

Fuck. She turned around to face Gillion.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you going? It is not your turn for watch, as far as I am aware."

"I don't feel the best, going up for some fresh air." Now that technically wasn't a lie, and she didn't want to worry Gill.

"Are you sick?" The tone of his voice suggests that her mission might have failed.

"No, not at all! I just had a nightmare." She rushed to explain, though this apparently was not any better news to her friend. "I'm fine."

"Jay, a nightmare is not fine. You're strong, but you don't have to act so responsible all the time."

"No, really, it's fine. I-" She cuts herself off, knowing bringing up the fact this is a frequent thing will only worry him more.

"You what, Jay?" Pipes in Chip's voice from the corner of the room. When did that bastard wake up? "Have them all the time? You've mentioned it a few times in passing, but I didn't know it was bad enough to keep you awake."

"I can handle them. You guys are worried over nothing." Jay reached for the door handle, pausing when Gillion spoke again.

"You can, but you don't have to. We're right here."

She sighed, turning around to face the pair. The words reminded her of her first nightmare, when Ava comforted her back to sleep.

"It was about Ava, wasn't it?" Chip asked, no teasing to his tone.

She nodded, looking down and trying desperately not to let tears spill over, before feeling a pair of arms wrap around her.

"Thanks, Gill." She sighed, returning the hug.

It wasn't that long before Chip dragged himself out of bed and joined the affection, ruffling her already tangled hair. She was too tired to retaliate. Jay doesn't remember what happened after that, but she woke up the next morning between the other two, no nightmares to be had.

[the1gayteen]

Doctor Who and the 188

Quick rant that may turn into a PowerPoint.... 

A stupid crossover between my two current hyperfixation shows. What new-who and classic-who era doctor who companions the 118 and friends would be (aka what I feel like they would act like as companions to the doctor): 

Bobby:

Ben Jackson; Companion of the 1st and 2nd Doctor 

We all know Bobby’s the one in dire situations to take charge and help wherever he can. Finding clever ways to fix situations or how to stop things. He would be the same as being a companion. Even if he has a hard time believing and conceptualizing the fact of aliens and other dimensions. He will make it his duty to help those on the planets he finds himself on, leading and guiding where he can. He also will definitely have a tendency to take people under his wing, while also being under the doctor's wing, trusting him (the doctor) but going against his orders at the times he knows he has to. Matching that same energy from one of my favorite early companions Ben. 

Hen:

Donna Noble; Companion to the 10th and 14th Doctor 

Listen, Hen and Donnie absolutely would match each other's energies. Snarky, takes no shits from strange aspects. Hunt down answers from hunches and let's not forget stylish as hell. I see Hen having a similar start to traveling with the doctor like Donna. Being placed in the TARDIS randomly and arguably freaking out, but also helping the doctor when he needs it the same day (I also head cannon that she would insist on finding out how he is a ‘doctor’). Her humor and antics would match perfectly with the doctor, as well as her quick wit and thinking that would help them get out of situations. If Hen was a companion she would also be like Donna, a potentially short lived one who became the viewers absolute favorite because of how well she can push and pull, as well as meld with the dynamic of the doctor.  

Chimney & Maddie:

Amy Pond & Rory Williams; Companions to the 11th Doctor

I fully believe the Chimney would go nowhere without Maddie, and vise versa, especially travelling the universe and time. I see Chim and Maddie as married Amy and Rory, less of the pining for the doctor and more just a great throuple situation. I fully believe that chim would wait centuries for Maddie, and that they both of them would be perfect matches for the doctor. Also seeing Maddie as emotional as Amy and how perfect that would work for the drama is *chefs kisses*.

Eddie:

Sarah Jane Smith; Companion of the 3rd , 4th, and 10th Doctor 

He is Sarah Jane to me on both ends of her time within the Doctor Who universe. From her standalone TV series with her son. Eddie would absolutely love and cherish his alien son. Protecting him and helping out other species like his son on earth, protecting the world from home. As an actual travelling companion, he would fit in so well. Able to follow orders, but also able to break away when he knows how to help or what needs to be done. Headstrong but sweet overall. Helping others without the worry of self-sacrifice. Managing to save the Doctor and his self-sacrificing friends time and time again. Just like Sarah Jane he would just mix so well and push the doctor to what he needs to do and who he needs to be. Also, would absolutely travel with Buck.  

Evan 'Buck':

Adric; Companion of the 4th and 5th Doctor 

Adric is my favorite companion and is arguably (for classic who) one of the most impactful companions. There is so much overlap between Adric and Buck (I like to imagine the doctor finding him after the lightning strike with his new math abilities, mimicking Adric's superior mathematical skills). Adric starts out like Buck 1.0. Both stubborn and thinking that they are better than what they actually are. But after being taken under the wing of someone, learn to care for others and become self-sacrificing in order to help and protect others, especially those closest to them. Both have a fear of being enough and abandonment. Buck absolutely as a companion would still be self-sacrificing, but kindhearted. I could possibly see him doing something like Adric as sacrificing himself, leaving a lasting impact on the doctor for life (but like buck always does manages to come back). Overall Buck would have a blast as a companion, most likely shooting off random facts with the doctor back and forth while being reprimanded for another stupid stunt.  

Athena:

A mix of Both Martha Jones (Companion to the 10th Doctor) and Ace (Companion to the 7th Doctor) 

Athena would be the most efficient and badass companion, but I also feel like that would absolutely lead her into a unique position with the doctor. She had Aces self determination. Wanting to fight and protect everyone around her, but also Maratha’s badass and rule following methods (as apposed to aces anarchy). Athena would be a great side hand to the doctor, if not just being able to handle herself in situations. But I can see similar issues to ace and Maratha. With the doctor (like ace) being upset about her straight to aggressive tactics. As well as Martha's headstrong determination to help everyone while staying in line with expectations. I think Athena would not be a volunteered companion either. Probably snuck on the TARDIS to investigate or find wherever someone disappeared to and quickly the doctor and her learn to respect each other. I could also see her being a secret part of UNIT.  

... Thank you for reading my thoughts, please tell me I'm not alone in this lol!

[bigasswritingmagnet]

A Monologue, of Sorts

Fandom: Dragon Age Summary: A good return-from-the-dead plot twist reveal requires a little rehearsal. Monologues of painful emotional honesty are much easier to give when there's no one else to hear you.

AO3 Link

'Surprise! I'm not dead!' 

No, that's bad. That's not even funny. 

'Guess what!' 

Maker , that's even worse. Hm. 

'Hello!' 

No. 

'Greetings!' 

Ugh . 

'Knock knock, who's there, me, I'm alive!' That’s stupid, this is stupid . This is worse than being in the Fade. At least in the Fade I didn’t need to worry about the best way to greet the demons before I bashed them over the head.

Now I'm talking to myself. No one else to talk to, I suppose. Just trees and rocks. Hardly pleasant company. Maybe I’m just going mad. Maybe I’ve already gone mad, and I’m actually still in the–

No. No, I’m here. I know I’m here. I can tell the difference. I can.

I’m here. 

…I need to sit. 

Ow. Bloody tree roots everywhere, can never find a decent place to rest. I'm starting to understand why Varric hates the outdoors so much. At least when he's here I have someone to complain to. Although that stump does sort of look like Varric. If he was a stump. 

Hello, Varric, so nice of you to drop by! It's simply been ages, how delightful to see you. You're looking very...mossy. In a good way, of course. The mushrooms really bring out your eyes. 

No, I didn't beat the Nightmare. Didn't you see the size of that thing? It was a mountain-sized spider! I'm not going to fight that! I just ran away. You remember how good I am at that. I was less good at hiding, but eventually I managed to get to a part of the Fade where it couldn’t reach me. Then I just wandered around til I found a Fade rift and popped back through to the real world. 

Popped isn’t the best word. It was more ‘hurled myself bodily through it while three pride demons tried to grab me and tear me in half’. 

Yes, I'm glad I’m out, too. Let's see...Then I decided to take a vacation, a little time for myself. I found a very nice cave - I say cave, more of a crevice, really - and hid in there for a few days. It was quite cozy. I meant to invite you, but between the fits and vomiting black sludge everywhere, I simply wasn't in any state to entertain. 

There's no need to worry! I'm in tip-top shape now. Better than ever. Once I could walk in a straight line again and was reasonably sure I wasn’t going to die, I started to make my way to Skyhold. It's been rather slow going, unfortunately. I have to stay off the roads–far too many bandits. It would be so obnoxiously tragic to survive the Deep Roads and the qunari and Meredith and the Fade, only to get taken out by some common thug. I refuse to die such a cliche death. 

Yes, I thought you would appreciate that.

Why am I sitting in a clearing in the middle of a forest? Ah. Well. It occurred to me that I should probably think of how to properly reveal that I'm still alive. One really only gets one chance at this sort of thing, so it has to be done just right. I mean, it is possible I'll be assumed dead again at some point, but after the first time, it rather loses its narrative impact. 

I could be casual, walk into Skyhold and ask what's for lunch. Or I could wait for a storm to roll in, wear a big cloak and then throw back the hood just as the lightning crashes. Maybe even make a little mist to swirl around me as I do it. 

Over the top? Don't be ridiculous, Varric. Where's your sense of drama? 

...Yes, I suppose a heroic sacrifice is enough drama for one lifetime. Or even two. That's the real reason I'm here, I suppose. A truly great performance requires that one knows one's audience, and I'm really not sure what sort of reception I should expect. Tears of joy and a great big cake would be ideal, but things are so rarely ideal these days. Far more likely everyone will be annoyed with me for causing so much unnecessary distress. Even you. 

Maybe even especially you. 

Do you remember, once, when I said I'd never leave you? 'Where would I be without my trusty dwarf.' But I did, didn't I? I left Kirkwall. I let them drag you off to Haven. Now this . All I ever wanted to do was keep you safe, but even when I'm not there I'm getting you into trouble. You're probably sick to death of it all. And now I've gone and... 

I know. You're furious. You don't even want me to come back. You absolutely hate me. You despise me, you wish I really was dead. 

Of course I remember! But all those little speeches – yes, speeches , you talk too much – were ages ago. A lot can change in four years. Four years of your whole world coming crashing down around your ears, and every bit of it my fault. 

What do you know? You’re not even real! You’re a tree stump, and I’m talking to myself like an absolute loon because I don’t want to have to hear the real you tell me how much he hates me!

Oh. 

Hello, Varric. Funny meeting you here.  

It's very rude to listen in on other people's conversations, you know. At the very least you could have made some noise. Although I suppose it saves me the trouble of having to repeat myself.    

No, don't you dare start crying, because if you–if you start then, then I'll– Tethras, you absolute bastard –

.

.

.

It’ll dry off eventually. It’s just a shirt, Hawke, there’s more important things. 

It is so in character for me; you’ve just never seen me in this type of scenario before. Besides, I already ruined your dramatic reveal, I’m not going to make it worse by getting mad at you over a wet shirt. …Or anything else, for that matter. 

But I’m not. And I sure as hell don’t hate you. 

Oh no you don’t. The role of guilt-stricken former comic relief has already been filled by yours truly, and there’s not enough blame for the both of us. 

What have you got to be guilty about? 

I know you did; this is me turning your question back on you. You’re supposed to be struck by the realization that you are not, in fact, at fault for every terrible thing that happens in the– Oh. 

Yeah, alright, you’re very clever. You don’t have to look so smug about it. 

You realize you can only be victorious if you also acknowledge you’re not at fault for everything. 

I only make it look easy. Listen, if we’re going to debate fault and the morality of cause and effect, I’d rather do it indoors with alcohol available, not sitting around in the dirt. There’s plenty of taverns between here and Skyhold. 

Sure we can. I’ll even let you win a few hands.

Nugs? No, they do not serve nugs in Skyhold. Alright, that’s it, we need to get you to civilization before you go any crazier. 

Lightning fried– Maker help us, it might already be too late.

[pudding-parade]

Louisiana by MURPHTHESURF

"But Pudding," you say, "why do I need another swamp world when I have Twinbrook?" To which I say, "Because this one is better."

It's an unpopulated 1024x1024 world, with about 60 total lots, fairly evenly split between residential and community lots. It has a lot of spawners, particularly rock/gem ones, but it has all of them except the Island Paradise and Into the Future ones. Despite the name of the world, I don't think it particularly looks like Louisiana, other than it has lots of water/wetlands. There are lots of fog emitters. You can almost smell the methane.

The lots are either EA lots (possibly edited; I'm not familiar enough with them to judge) or ones that the creator downloaded from other creators and then placed in the world. In particular, many of the lots were created by ruthless_kk, who creates very nice, very detailed, cc-free lots. The creator has meshed the lots together pretty well, so that the world feels cohesive even though the lots came from many different sources. And the scenery that the creator built is lovely.

The world has no CC. As far as I can tell, the Store content that it has is mostly in the lots created by ruthless_kk, and it's all just decorative stuff, so if you don't have it, it's probably not a big deal. Beyond that, I'm pretty sure it requires all EPs except Into the Future. It also needs the Town Life stuff pack because it uses the gym lot from that pack, so if you don't have that pack, that lot will have the wrong windows, and the equipment will be replaced with base game stuff, etc. If you don't have that pack and don't want to fix the lot, you could just plunk down a different gym instead.

There's more pics and info behind the cut, but first: As usual, the title of this post is a link to the world's incredibly useless Exchange page. If you'd rather not deal with the Exchange/the launcher/sims3packs, I have upload a .world file here. If you download the .world file it goes in your game install files under GameData - Shared - NonPackaged - Worlds.

First up, some Edit Town/map view pics of the world. Each set shows roughly half of the world.

Basically, one half is the more "urban" part and the other half is more rural. So, you can have your sim live in one of the Late Night apartments in the city part. Or they can live in a nice little farm like this one...

...which is set up as a winery. Or they can live in lovely Victorian/Second Empire house like the one in the pic above the cut, of which there are several in the world. Or they can live in...

...a swamp shack, complete with its own dumpster and a bayou "beach" in the back. Or they can live in...

...an ultra-modern place? Yeah, there are two such lots and while they are very nice lots, I don't think they fit in all that well. If I was playing the world I'd replace them. But, if you like ultra-modern houses, there you are.

The world doesn't have an abundance of houses, but the houses that it has are all fully furnished and ready to go, and there are definitely enough of them to get you started. There are a number of empty lots, particularly in two areas of the world that are somewhat unfinished. There are also areas where it would be easy to add new lots. All of which you might want to do because the world has only two lots that are starter-priced, and the swamp shack above is not one of them. The lot on the right side of this pic is one of them:

So, if you aren't as liberal with the free real estate cheat as I am, you might need more starter lots. But if you are liberal with free real estate, here are a few more of your options:

And here are a few non-EA community lots:

This is a dive bar with a junkyard theme, complete with junk piles in back. (There is an actual junkyard, too.) It has a professional bar, seating, and shuffleboard. Other entertainment in the world includes a a disco, a fusion lounge, and a dance club. It does have the "event center" from Showtime but no other Showtime venues, so those would need to be added if you want to play the Showtime careers.

This is a nectary, though it's designated as a small park. It has all the grape plants, a little place for weddings, nectar sales, a nectar-making machine, and a "restaurant" with a food register and a buffet table. I'm pretty sure this lot is placed backwards, though, because the back of it faces the road. I don't know if this was done deliberately, but I think it would look better flipped around.

This is a little comic shop, in a more unfinished section of the city part of the world. It has the science objects from University Life on the top floor.

Other community lots in the world are:

Festival (the Sunset Valley one)

A Chinese garden

A fire station

A gym

A consignment shop

A small resort

A salon

Several parks/fishing spots, including the butterfly dome from Bridgeport

So, there are some common lot types missing -- a beach, a library, a public pool, etc. -- but since there are a good number of empty lots in the world, these could be added, whether you build them yourself or plop down EA or downloaded ones.

Overall, this is a nice world. Parts of it are unfinished with some empty lots placed but not much else. There are some lots that have community designations but are empty. (For instance, there's a lot designated as a public pool, but it's empty.) But the scenery is quite beautiful, and if you need a smallish, ready-to-play world, this might be one for you, especially if you happen to like Victorian-style houses.

We'll finish off with some more scenery pics, because it's a pretty world.

[im-a-chunky-potato]

Hi Potato! Just curious, have you ever written for nikozai? platonically or not?

also, use this ask as an excuse to rant about them if you want :)

Ehehe glad you asked! I don't know if this counts, but here's something I wrote a bit of. (Sorry I'm sharing the whole thing since I've never published it anywhere else)

Nikolai sat in a security room in Meursalt, holding a knife in his hand. Blood dripped down the side of the knife and slid down his legs, leaving a red trail in its path. Scattered all around him were dead officers.

He glanced at the security camera. It seemed as if Dazai and Fyodor were speaking a different language and having a heated conversation.

Nikolai yawned. Games of cat and mouse never really were his thing, and this was positively boring! But Fedya did ask him to do this, so how could he not comply.

Although... something was off about Fyodor. Nikolai may not be a genius, but he certainly wasn't a fool either. The way he was obsessing over this mission, how he was always scheming and plotting.

This wasn't him. Or at least it wasn't how Nikolai remembered him. He seemed to have completely lost his humanity in the process of this.

He brushed off his fears. This was Dos-kun he's talking about, of course he had a plan. And Nikolai was a large part of the plan, his job was to watch carefully and break them out when it was time.

But admittedly, something had started to draw his eyes towards Dazai instead of Fyodor in this place.

It's hard to explain. Whether it was the softer eyes he had or the way he spoke so adamantly about his allies, Nikolai was intrigued.

Fedya could never be like that. He had far too many trust issues and relied heavily on control.

...control. Of course Nikolai had some feeling he was being controlled, but it was merely a hunch. And Fyodor knew him better than anyone else, so why would he need or want to control him?

That was a foolish question to ask, and Nikolai was well aware of that fact. But he didn't want to be alone in this world.

At that moment, something Dazai said caught his attention. "The ones who actually make this world turn are those who scream within the storm of uncertainty and run either flowing blood."

He held faith in his people, and did not hold them tight but rather let them do as they please...

Nikolai set down his knife and paced around the office. Now he was no idiot. He would have more freedom on Dazai's side, which is exactly what his mind yearned for. But he neither had the skills nor the mindset to step forth into the light.

And that would involve leaving Fedya. He knew deep in his heart that Fedya wouldn't mind, but he did. He didn't want to leave him alone.

Nikolai strayed deeper into his thoughts, falling into an endless abyss of considering what was more important in his life; his "friend" or his freedom.

His eyes soon found their way back to the screen where the two men were still arguing. But to Nikolai's shock, Dazai turned directly towards the camera and gave him a smirk.

Dazai knew. But how? He couldn't have snuck anything into the prison, could he? No, this prison was the safest place on Earth.

But suddenly it clicked in his mind. Thwre had to be a camera somewhere. He walked around the room, carefully inspecting every panel in the room. Nothing.

He checked every floorboard, every desk, Even every person. Nothing still.

Suddenly he got the odd feeling to check his knife. Low and behold, a small camera and microphone was hidden in the hilt.

Nikolai stared at the knife in his hand before stealing one of the security guards gun and shooting it.

He glanced back at Dazai, who pouted before continuing his argument with Fyodor.

Nikolai couldn't believe this. It was absurd. Dazai-kun, messing with him, while in prison?

Before long he started to giggle. Then that giggling turned into full on laughing. Dazai was providing him such a fun game to play, and he was willing to indulge for longer.

Fyodor would never allow him to do something like this... it wouldn't be necessary to his plan as he would say.

But Dazai was doing this, while keeping Fyodor distracted. The guy had potential. And Nikolai hadn't laughed this long in a while.

This feeling he was experiencing was not unusual to him. After all, it was quite similar to how he felt towards Fyodor.

Bloodlust. He wanted to see Dazai dead at his hands, choked to death by his own bandages.

After all, Dazai was staying in his mind for far too long. He couldn't be truly free if he kept thinking about him.

But no, that wasn't entirely true. He wanted Dazai to have a conversation with him, to hear all that Nikolai had to say.

My, what a conundrum. But luckily he was already planning the great prison escape between the 2 geniuses

Suddenly, Fyodor revealed the signal they planned since the beginning of this, and Nikolai summoned the portals to take Fyodor and Dazai away.

It was decided. Whoever won this game would win his heart and soul.

Well then...

Let the Nikolai games begin.

Ramblings:

What I love about Nikozai is how it contrasts so well with Fyolai! You can do a lot of drama.

And depending on how you view both Nikolai and Dazai, it can take so many shapes and forms! It can either be the pranks of two clowns, a serious talk between the two of them, or anything in between! I love the possible variety<3

Sorry this is a long post already so I won't keep you for long hehe. But Nikozai is weirdly possible to work with.

Like Dazai already has connections to both Fyodor and Sigma, so it's fun to imagine the gossip they'd share with each other. Or Nikolai has already met Atsushi, so how would he speak of him?

Anyways yeah I think that's it for now hehe. Thank you so much for this ask!!!

[dreamersbcll]

“Sam and Tara”

A The Last Of Us x Scream crossover for @dxcinhx

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Sam could not quite recall when the virus took over their lives.

It wasn’t a virus. Tara said that it was a fungal infection. It had originated from a faulty batch of flour and spread like wildfire across the world. Soon nations were ablaze and mayhem had taken over.

Luckily for the sisters, they were able to escape the cities before the bombs went off. Sam had packed two go-bags, threw Tara in the car, and drove upstate. She figured that the pair would have a luckier time lost in the wood rather than in a big city rampant with the infected.

Once they got safely into the woods, they parked alongside a couple of trees, finally letting themselves panic. Tara had a full-blown asthma attack, almost to the point that Sam thought she was going to lose her baby sister to a wrong decision. Luckily Sam had robbed a pharmacy before she picked up Tara, and had ransacked all the albuterol she could find. If she did her math right, Tara would be able to live for at least a year with all the medication Sam stole.

After she got Tara calmed down, the pair pulled out a map and began to make a plan. They were going to have to find somewhere to survive. It was late summer and it would soon be autumn. Upstate New York was bound to be chilly, and Sam didn’t pack enough warm clothing.

It took a couple of days and one perilous trip to a gas station for the pair to realize that they needed to go by foot. Sam figured out that California would be the safest place, or at least farther from the snowy states the better. She also knew that Sidney had a safe house for the sisters. The woman and her family were still at home for the summer. The pair would have a safe house if they could make it to Woodsboro.

If they started trekking now, they should hopefully make it to at least Utah by early November. That’s if everything went smoothly, and they found food and shelter as needed.

It was risky. It was unsafe. And it was downright stupid.

But it only took one look from Tara to know that it was the right thing to do.

And so the pair left. They trekked through mountains, hills, rivers, and endless prairies. Sam learned what it felt like to kill the undead. Tara learned how to kill. The pair learned together what kind of people they could trust and those they couldn’t- through a minor kidnapping incident and the death of someone they grew close with. Kirby Reed was a good friend to them.

Was.

They then learned they only had each other, and no one else could be trusted. Not even their old friends, except for the two they were walking to. That old nickname Chad had for them, ‘the core four’. That was the only group they could trust. Even if the twins couldn’t be found, Sam had to trust that the women in California would be their new group.

And they were so close. So fucking close.

They got to Utah, and all hell broke loose.

——-

She knew that they shouldn't have gotten themselves cornered in Salt Lake City.

Sam had heard rumors about the city. How it was overrun by FEDRA. When she took a watch while Tara slept, she listened to the radio, searching for a signal from Sidney. In the last communication Sam had with the woman while in a radio tower, Sidney had warned her about the city.

Ultimately Sam didn’t find another signal, but she stumbled onto a rebellion station. The city had been overthrown by some sort of resistance, and FEDRA was scattered.

Through the numerous broadcasts, Sam figured out that the resistance was hunting the remaining FEDRA members. What Sam didn’t realize is that they were hunting down outsiders as well.

So when the pair get stuck in an office building's secret hideout, Sam realizes there’s one way this could go.

One. Sam sneaks Tara out and gets her sister to pretend to be injured and seek help. Only then would Tara be safe.

Two. There had to be a second plan because Tara hated the first one. Option two was that the sisters' would hide in the attic until their food supply runs out, and hopefully, by then they would have hatched a third plan.

On the last day, they got insanely lucky. A pair of angels had stumbled into their nest. Sam had no idea how, but the twins had found them in Salt Lake City. A one in a millionth chance.

Luckily they were still in good shape, and perfectly capable of an escape plan. Chad had even offered to use his body as a shield, even though Mindy beat him up for the suggestion. The four hatched a plan: escape through the sewers.

So when nightfall hit, the four vanished.

——-

In hindsight, four twenty-something-year-olds in a pitch-black sewer system wasn’t a great idea.

But it worked somehow. Through the cover of the night, the four kids escaped, making it to the sewer system. There they stumbled upon a safe room underground, clearly meant for kids.

While Chad and Tara played a game of soccer against the concrete wall, the two sisters turned to each other. With one look, a lifetime of understanding passed between the two. Sam couldn’t find the words, but Mindy could.

“Do you think we will make it?” she asked softly, her eyes flickering over to her brother.

Sam stared at Tara, watching her baby sister giggle as Chad missed the goal completely. Even in the middle of an apocalypse, her sister could still be the light in Sam’s life. She didn’t know how Tara did it. Choosing joy and light each day, even though the world around them was falling apart.

She shifted in her seat, focusing on Mindy. “I don’t know. But I will die before I let Tara down,”.

Mindy nodded, and the pair looked away from each other. There was too much to say and not enough at the same time.

Eventually, they went to sleep, preparing to leave by nightfall the next day.

——-

The suburbs were a different story.

Honestly, Sam should’ve known that it was rigged to be a trap. The resistance would find them. After all, they were a group of kids, and Chad couldn’t whisper to save his life.

Unfortunately, they got separated. Sam ended up in a safe house with two dead bodies (killed by her own hand), while Tara was stuck in an abandoned car.

The twins were stuck behind a few cars, and as the townspeople moved in on them, all hell broke loose.

It turns out that the people of Salt Lake City had trapped all the infected underground in the tunnels, and when all the commotion and shooting happened, a hole opened up, letting all the infected roam free.

Sam’s brain went on autopilot, and she started shooting. Shooting the infected who attacked the car her sister sat in, picking them off one by one. The twins managed to pull Tara out and drag her with, them while Sam covered them with gunfire.

After a perilous half an hour, they escaped and marched their way to an abandoned motel.

That was the last night the whole core four were alive.

——

Sam should’ve checked Tara over. She should’ve revisited every mark on her baby sister’s skin and combed through every single hair on her head.

Maybe that way she could’ve stopped her sister from turning.

Mindy and Sam chose to let their siblings sleep in the queen beds, and they shared the couch. Tara had begged Sam to sleep with her, to cuddle her like they usually did. Sam refused, stating that she needed to be ready in case there was an attack.

If only she knew that would be her last night with Tara.

The two siblings slept on the couch, blissfully unaware of the chaos to come. Sam dreamt of a safe home with her sister, the two finally leaving their weapons behind and becoming soft again.

She was woken up by yelling. A man yelling. Chad. She and Mindy fell off the couch, guns in hand, blindly following the hollering.

Everything that happened next was a blur.

Chad was on the floor, holding Tara down, yelling at Mindy to find a rope. Sam held her gun out shakily, her heart falling to her feet at the sight of her sister.

Tara wasn’t Tara anymore. Her eyes were bloodshot and damn near black, and her mouth covered in dried-up blood. There was some sort of tendril coming out of her mouth. The fungus.

Tara was infected.

And Chad was pinning her down, as her sister struggled beneath him.

Within a minute, Mindy had rope and was tying up Tara's hands.

Sam’s world went sideways due to Chad’s sudden shift in timing. He misjudged how close Mindy was to finishing tying up Tara, and he prematurely let go of Tara's arms.

Suddenly her sister was on top of Mindy, trying to bite and claw at her. Chad started yelling for Sam to do something, anything, while Mindy screamed bloody murder.

The next thing Sam heard was the thud of her baby sister’s body hitting the floor and her gun going off. One bang, and Sam no longer had Tara. Mindy was safe, but Tara’s body lay limp at her feet.

Sam started hyperventilating, the world around her spinning. She touched the end of the gun, not even caring for the burning sensation running through her fingers. Her eyes were wild as she alternated between looking at Tara's body and Chad’s shocked face. Nothing was making sense to her.

“I- What did I do? What did I do?” she stuttered, her voice cracking.

Chad held his hands up, walking slowly to Sam. She shook, her mouth dry and her mind blank. There was too much input. The gun was heavy in her hands. Why wasn’t Tara moving? So much blood was flowing out of her body. Did Sam tell Tara that she loved her? Why was Sam holding a smoking gun? Did people normally have that much blood in their bodies? Why wasn’t Tara moving?

Inching closer to her, Chad reached out a hand, his face sickly pale. “Sam, hand me the gun please,” he slowly said, his empty hand shaking.

Sam slowly turned to Chad, her mouth feeling like cotton. Words. She needed words.

Why wasn’t Tara moving?

“What did I do?” she whispered again, inching slowly away from Chad.

He held his hands out, trying to close in on the gun. Mindy watched the whole thing play out, horror and Tara's blood splashed across her face.

“Sam,” Mindy shakily whispered.

“Give me the gun Sam. Sam. The gun. Give it to me,” Chad pleaded.

This wasn’t real. She didn’t kill her baby sister. None of this was happening.

Why wasn’t Tara moving?

Sam knew what she needed to do. Right as Chad lurched for the gun, she cocked it and pulled the trigger against her temple.

At least she was free now. At least she was with Tara.

——-

As Sam’s lifeless body hit the floor, Mindy screamed, and Chad yelled.

The twins looked at the bodies of their family and looked back at each other.

Sam and Tara were no more.

[sanctificationinprogress]

dear christian never-trumpers,

i am voting for trump, and i am christian.

i won't go so far as to say that one cannot be truly a christian if they vote for harris, just as i hope people won't go so far as to say one can't be christian if they vote for trump.

i think either camp of christians must have their reasons, and they arrived at deciding who they would vote for with some form of logic.

however, i just wanted to explain why choosing trump is the better logical choice for christians.

to start off, i would have to concede that trump is a sinner. he is a public figure who has publicly fallen to all categories of sin that people can: pride of life, fear of man, and lust of the flesh. So he is an adulterer, unable to control is tongue, and (depending on who you talk to) a felon- among other flaws. And these things are not the type of christian qualities one would hope for in their country's leader. i understand that.

but let's consider this... if back in the early days of israel, and instead of having their kings appointed by God through prophets, people actually voted for their leaders. would the christians today have voted for david? after all, he too was an adulterer and even worse he was a murderer... 1st degree murder- where he had motive, planned it out, and executed his plan to have uriah killed.

trump wasn't as evil as this. but we name our kids after king david. we echo the sentiment that david was a man after God's own heart. really? a person as flawed as david? by the same standards the modern christian holds trump, maybe david wouldn't have been elected king.

you see, trump, while he is a sinner, he will enact policies and are less anti-God than our other option- harris. And while seeing or hearing about trump's outlandish tweets and soundbites might grieve one's soul, you can turn off all that noise. however, the policies of a harris administration cannot be turned off by avoiding social media or partisan news outlets.

what i mean is, if you vote for harris and she wins, then no matter where you go, your wife, your daughter, your girl friends, your mom, all the women you care about will have to share spaces with men claiming to be women. you can't turn that off.

you will be supporting the already prevalent sentiment that a baby in the womb is the woman's body... maybe it isn't a person at all, or is of less value... wasn't Jesus the champion of the powerless? wasn't Jesus the one who gave worth to the people thought of as worthless by the world?

your children, if you choose to use public school, will have teachers who are mandated to divide your family. everything regarding their questions about gender and sex, that will arise because the teachers are mandated to teach it in the health portions of instructional time, will not be shared with you. it is a state mandate, where the teachers will be criminalized and lose their license if they share this confidential information with a child's parents. so you don't know if your child is watching a video illustrating different forms of love which includes same-sex couples and transgender people and actually being encouraged to explore and normalize experimentation of gender fluidity. is this biblical? what did the Bible say about causing children to stumble again?

you can't turn any of that off if harris wins.

so what i'm getting at is your vote isn't just for the person, but for the ideology that is ushered in.

if the israelites didn't want david, they were surrounded by plenty of other powerful nations willing to take control and usher in their anti-God ideologies of the time- the philistines, the amalekites, the assyrians, the babylonians, etc. maybe one of those nation's rulers was more charming than david and didn't have a rap sheet that included adulterer and 1st degree murderer on it... would you have voted one of them in david's place then?

if you wouldn't have voted in an anti-God ideology back then, then why would you vote an anti-God ideology now?

moreoever, we know what happened to israel whenever they got a king that followed an anti-God ideology because he was seduced by the false promises of the gods of other nations. will you too be seduced by the false promises of the gods of the democratic party?

[lizziefox]

Mystery Kids as the Hashira from Demon Slayer!

I was brainstorming about different ideas and I thought of this and how fun the scenarios could be. So I might do it once I get a better grasp on the story of Demon Slayer as well as the characters. I know each character’s backstories but I’d rather know more about the world building before I write an au or crossover.

Anyways, on to the topic of why exactly you clicked on this post;

Gyomei (The Stone Hashira):

Now this one is a tough one to start with. There’s not very many characters from my AU of Mystery Kids that are like him. But if you guys have any ideas or suggestions let me know!

(I do love Gyomei however which is why I hate leaving him without a counterpart.)

Tengen (The Sound Hashira):

This one is difficult too but a lot easier than Gyomei. I’d nominate Eddie Munson first lacking any better options then I’d consider Steve Harrington or literally any other remotely flirty character.

Regardless, I’m open to suggestions for him as well!

Kyojuro (The Flame Hashira):

Rengoku is a force of nature. He gets put through the wringer and he just keeps on going. I love him for that and even more after Mugen Train. He’s eternally optimistic and you don’t see that a lot in any characters really. Which is why his spot as the Flame Hashira in my opinion would be given to none other than Enid Sinclair.

She’s very similar to him in her ideals and how she sees the world. She’s also an incredible fighter when she needs to be and when it matters most.

Sanemi (The Wind Hashira):

I know Sanemi gets a lot of flack for being extremely violently over the top towards Nezuko in the beginning and towards everyone else. But I honestly understand why he is the way he is. He lost people that were important to him and he’s in a profession fighting the very things that took those people away.

I think his widespread dislike among the fandom is why I’d give a more beloved character his spot. So his spot would go to Wednesday Addams.

Giyu (The Water Hashira):

I adore Giyu! He has a character trope you often see portrayed in differing types of media. He blames himself for tragic things out of his control. Which is why there are so many good options for him! I considered Dipper Pines, Bill Denbrough, or Mike Wheeler.

Let me know who you think would be the best option!

Mitsuri (The Love Hashira):

I think a lot of people misinterpret Mitsuri. Most viewers’ first impressions of her are that she’s boy crazy. Which is a common occurance with Mabel Pines as well (even though Mabel actually is for the majority of the story). Despite this, I think she’d be perfect for the role given her character development.

And also, the aesthetics totally match up.

Muichiro (The Mist Hashira):

First off, he’s my favorite so I’m going to gush about him as much as I can without sobbing. Before he gets to know Tanjiro, he’s disconnected from himself and his past. But as he and Tanjiro learn from one another, his memories are reintroduced to him and he slowly becomes himself again. I understand both perspectives in this arc which is why I’d give Norman Babcock this position.

They not only share an MBTI type but also similar demeanors and ideals. They’re both very kind hearted, seemingly harsh on the outside and enjoy being around certain people rather than large groups. It’s a perfect fit!

Obanai (The Snake Hashira):

(MARRY ME OBANAI) Who said that? Anywho, this man is scary but secretly gentle. He’s been through way too much for one person to handle. Despite this, he is still motivated to pursue his career and interest in Mitsuri. While he is scary, I think he should be given a less scary character to take his place. This would be either Klaus Baudelaire or Stanley Uris.

Those options are really funny in hindsight because I also fell for those two. But they are very similar. They often close themselves off and try to solve problems on their own which often gets them into trouble. So I think either of them would be a good fit as the Snake Hashira.

Shinobu (The Insect Hashira):

(Everybody make some noise for the one, the only-SHINOBU KOCHO!!! Aka my second favorite!!) Now, as a Laika kid by nature and by heart I’d have to give her spot to Coraline. Nobody truly matches the position quite like she does. She doesn’t let anyone define her worth let alone manipulate her.

And while most people believe Shinobu to be quite smart, she was much of an airhead before the events of the series and Coraline isn’t entirely bright either. Neither of them are stupid by any means but I believe it’s a common phase in people who grow stronger in intelligence and bravery over time.

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings on this very niche AU I came up with on the fly. Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Much love and many blessings,

BloomingSkeletons

[pleasantspark]

The moment Orion and Fu came back, the place was decorated in balloons with a banner congratulating Orion on saving them. She was greeted by Cell who hugged her, but she seemed downcast. Cell pulled away, and arched an eyebrow at her. Fu rushed to his lab and Orion wanted to go to him. 

“What happened in the Overworld?” Cell asked. 

Orion tears up. And Cell was concerned, he turned to face the others and told them silently to leave and most of them slinked away upset. But complied. Once everyone was cleared from the room, Cell turned to face her.

“What’s going on?”

“...King Yemma rejected the offer, and well. We’re in over our heads now, because instead of a Year, it’s now pushed to a week. I am so sorry, Cell. You’re right this was a pathetic pipedream and-” Orion blabbers, and Cell sighs. Pulling her in for a hug. 

“It’s okay, trust me, it’s not your fault.” Cell said, with a sad smile. 

“It is! I can’t bear to… Well…” She sputtered and looked down. Cell, bit his lip. 

“...You’re our only hope! Orion, please. We have one last final idea left.” Cell said, and Orion narrowed her eyes.

“You… You’re pretending to care! How can I be so sure you’re genuine! You were once against the idea of Redemption calling it dumb! It’s dumb! It’s fucking dumb!” Orion snapped. Cell winces and sighs.

“That was because I didn’t have faith in myself, and when… You helped me go up, and… Well, you did everything to help me. I changed because of you!” Cell said. 

Orion sighs. “Well you don’t even fucking show you care! You act rude to my friends, sometimes to me, sometimes to other people, and sometimes to everyone else! You don’t show anything that’s proof of your changing! All I know you’re not able to change! My stupid dream will remain as such! A fucking dream!” 

Cell was hurt by these words. And flinched. There was a moment of tense silence between the two as Orion was breathing heavily and Cell looked down. “You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. I'm an easy target. Yeah, you're right, I talk too much. I also listen too much. I could be a cold-hearted cynic like you... but I don't like to hurt people's feelings. Well, you think what you want about me; I'm not changing. I like... I like me. My creator likes me. My friends like me. 'Cause I'm the real article. What you see is what you get.”

Orion was confused. “Cell- What!? No! This isn’t a time for movie references! I’m pouring my fucking emotions out and you’re here just… What the fuck!?” 

Cell was getting miffed. “Then what do you expect me to do!? I wasn’t programmed with emotions in mind! I only exist in this world to bring terror! I killed a lot of people through my rampage! You expect me to magically understand your feelings!? I am just starting to understand EVERYTHING myself. I am sick of this weird feeling I get in my chest, the… heat rising to my FUCKING cheeks just the thought of you in danger or hurt concerns me and it makes me want to kill whoever got you in that situation to begin with! For the entire time you were in the Otherworld I tried to calm my nerves down and tell myself you were in GOOD hands because FU of all people was there!”

Cell was practically screaming his thoughts at this rate, word after word, after word spilled out. And he couldn’t stop, he just couldn’t. His feelings and thoughts were consuming him for a while now and he needed to let them be known. Orion wanted to speak but wanted him to get it out of his system.

“And all this time, I wondered, what the fuck is wrong with me? That this isn’t me and would never be me! I constantly overanalyze things to an unhealthy extent to the point I was convinced I WAS FUCKING CONVINCED that you of all people were using me no one has a fucking reason to be this kind to me, yet you have. You showed the compassion that I needed!” Cell felt tears prick at the ends of his face. 

“Cell…” Orion began gently, but Cell pushed on.

“For years before you arrived. I believed I wouldn’t be anything. That I would end up another one dead by the hands of Razzamoth and Azzy! That what happened to Frieza’s Wife and countless others would happen to me! Then you came, my savior! I was skeptical because there’s no fucking way someone as irredeemable as me can have a chance, a fucking chance to change!”

“Cell-”

“And you know what? You pushed, and prodded me, you spent your entire time here trying to help and I fucked with you badly and I had to reach for a part of me that I didn’t even know I WAS CAPABLE of expressing! I had to… I had to do things that were nearly impossible to me, and… This is the most expressive I felt in my entire creation!” Cell yelled.

“CELL!” 

“WHAT!?”

“It’s obvious what you’re feeling. Cell, you’re… You’re in love with me. I feel it too…” Orion said below a whisper, the words hang in the air, as the silence between them continued, finally, Cell spoke.

“You… Love me?” Cell croaks.

“Yes, and I can tell you do too.” Orion said, Cell takes a deep breath.

“How can you love someone as flawed as me?” Cell asked. 

“I just do, your flaws are… What makes you human.” Orion added.

“Would this be human?” Cell asked.

“What wo-” Before Orion can get the words out, Cell pulls her in for a kiss, initially surprised she returns the kiss holding her hands against his. Orion waited for this moment forever, and she felt like fireworks went off, after what seemed to be an eternity Orion felt Cell break from the kiss and give her a look of fondness. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile… You… Feel right in my arms…” Cell laughs. Orion rolled her eyes playfully. 

“You sound so cheesy.” Orion said. 

“Shut it.” Cell huffs, before shaking his head. “But seriously. We need to fight back. Don’t give up.” Cell squeezes her shoulder gently. 

“...But how will I be able to do this?” She asked, a little nervous.

“You need to speak to Fu.” Cell said. 

“F-Fu?” Orion exclaims. “I can’t! He’s holed himself up after we came back! We may have come back today. But if he locked himself in his lab there’s no way he’s gonna open up.”

“You have to try, he’s the only one who can help.” Cell urges. “He’s the only way you can get the answers. Now go. I’ll tell everyone we need to prepare.”

“Alright.”

Orion walked through the hallways until she ended up in front of the Lab. She sighed and knocked on the door, but heard the voice of Fu. “Go away!” 

She narrowed her eyes. “Fu, it’s me. Let me in, we need to talk.”

Silence, Orion sighs.

“I’m not opening up, let me stay in here.” Fu snaps. Orion sighs once more and slid her body against the door.

“Fu, things are not going to be looking too hot, next week we’re going to be in for it now. I need your support more than ever. I want to let you know I’m not mad at you, and I want to… I want to… I just want to understand you, if anyone deserves a second chance, it's you. You don’t have to be scared I would turn you away. Please, I need your help… The mansion needs your help.”

Silence followed and Orion was prepared to leave but Fu came out, his eyes red, and puffy. He looked at Orion and seemed to be very heartwarmed. “Orion I-”

Orion cuts Fu off with a hug, Fu was surprised and hugged her back with his working arm. Orion seemed to smile.

“Don’t say anything. I don’t blame you for not speaking on anything. You were hurt and I respect that. Now come, let’s discuss a plan.” Orion smiled.

“About that… I’ve been working on plans in case the pleading to higher ups didn’t work.” Fu said, pulling away from Orion. Orion was surprised. 

“Wait, really?” Orion asked. 

“Mhm, you see, the thing I was guarding you from was one of my old associates during my time with the Demon Realm, Dr. Arinsu and I’s mass bio-weapon. It was said to be counterproductive in the sense it was able to disable an area to HFIL. Like any ring of HFIL it can be disabled.” Fu explained.

“Wait, that’s dangerous!” Orion blurts out.

“Exactly, it was meant to close in space so most of the HFIL Residents came down in this hub and were easier to kill. The current King of The Demon Realm thought of it.” Fu explained.

“How long have exterminations gone on for?” Orion asked, fearing the answer.

“For eons.” Fu deadpans.

“Razzamoth only got permission from King Yemma to involve him into “reevaluating sinners” to send to HFIL or Heaven so he could arrange a “deal” with someone, I don’t know who that person was, and I wouldn’t care.” Fu explains. 

“King Yemma knew?” Orion asked.

“He knew, and turned an eye to it if that meant that he wouldn’t get implicated. The public was essentially told to be quiet, I was told to be quiet, Dr. Arinsu was too. There was not a single soul in the Otherworld or Heaven or even the Land of the Kais that knew of what went on.” Fu said. 

“...That means…”

“That means that the meeting you and I went to, it exposed the exterminations.” 

Orion didn’t know what to say. “What does this all have to do with the bio-weapon?” Orion asked. 

“You see, the weapon was going to be used a decade ago, but due to other plans, Razzamoth had it scrapped. It was already created so we had to shelf it. But I kept the blueprints and I know what I can do with it.” Fu said.

“What exactly?”

“Many of the weapons were manufactured by me, designed and with the help of Dr, Arinsu, I dealt the weapons out to the exterminators, and since Arinsu doesn’t know how to work with weapons without me, we have some semblance of ideas on how the demons work, and I have insights and insider's knowledge which makes us have an advantage, Since my banishment and near death I have constructed several weapons similar to the ones I have provided and given to the exterminators along with Dr. Arinsu and I’s old notes regarding weapons.” Fu said.

“So what does that mean?”

“It means, we can fully take on these exterminators, as long as everyone here is willing to.” Fu adds.

“Fu, I’m pretty sure everyone here can fight.” Orion smiled, Fu looked away. Orion’s smile faded and her face fell, “Fu?”

“I… I can’t fight.”

“What do you mean?” Orion asked.

“I just can’t. I wasn’t built for fighting, all I did for the time working under the Demon Realm and Razzamoth was provide weapons. I never fought with them, and the moment they dragged me along I couldn’t even kill!” Fu said.

“I think you need to get advice from your uncle, Fu.” Orion suggests, Fu’s eyes widened.

“Oh no, no, no.” Fu declines.

“Why not?” Orion asks.

“I haven’t spoken to him in ages, since he was killed. What makes you think I am going to ask him for some advice on martial arts?” Fu asked. “I mean it wouldn’t hurt to reconnect with an estranged family member.” Orion said, sentimentally. 

“Yeah, an estranged family member who wasn’t even there when their sister passed away, leaving their nephew completely alone. Yeah, totally.” Fu scoffs. 

“It’s either that or ask Mira.” Orion said, Fu’s ears twitched. ,

“Ugh, fine! But let this be known I am not happy.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Fu ended up approaching his Uncle who he hasn’t seen in several decades. He was supposed to be his uncle’s successor before the current King swooped up his title, he was a little skeptical of this and was willing to back down and leave but he felt the unmistaken Ki of his uncle.

“Fu…” His uncle began.

“Uncle Dabura.” Fu said, curtly.

“What brings you here?” Dabura asked with curiosity.

“I was asking for clarity. Help.” Fu said, trying to remain as calm as he can be.

“Help on what?” Dabura asked.

Fu takes a deep breath and sighs. “I need you to teach me how to fight.”

“I see, and why’s that you need my help?” Dabura asked once more.

“It’s because I’ve spent decades fighting on the wrong side and I just now came to terms on what I have done. I can’t live like this knowing I am one step away from failing HFIL. I need your help, Uncle Dabura. Please.” Fu begs. 

“I always knew you serving that phony was always going to be a bad idea.”  Dabrua mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Fu asked.

“I’ve been sending you hints, Goz and Mez allowed me to contact someone once every year. That’s it.” Dabura explained.

“So that’s what the voices I was hearing were.” Fu said.

“Exactly. Now come.” Dabura waved Fu forwards to have him follow Fu does exactly that.

The duo exit the area and make their way through the various sceneries in HFIL until arriving in a secluded location, and Fu looked in Awe, Dabura stood. And got into stance.

“Listen close, Fu, I know you’re strong But strength isn’t just where your muscles belong It’s in your heart, your mind, your core It’s fighting for those you’d give your life for”

Dabura proceeded to sing and land a hit on Fu, who stumbled back, Dabura narrowed his eyes in disappointment and tsks causing Fu to get really upset, Fu punches back but Dabura catches his fist causing Fu to be taken off guard.

“There’s more to power than fists that land More than blades you wield with a steady hand True strength’s in the choices you make and defend In the way you protect, in the will you bend”

Dabura proceeded to walk to a chart and show him people he cares about, then got back to his stance, he threw punches at Fu and Fu dodged them each and every time, when Fu had the chance to, he threw a punch.

“I’ll show you the stance, teach you the form Guide you through calm and carry you through storm For battles will come and tests will arise But power means nothing if you close your eyes”

During this training, Dabura had to fix Fu’s stance and the way he presented himself, he pointed to the picture of Orion and the various other lives that were at stake which caused Fu to snap out of it and focus.

“Each strike you make should mean something true Every move counts, every breath is for you Remember, my nephew, when shadows grow tall Stand up with purpose and give it your all”

Montages past of Fu and Dabura training with Fu getting better and better at defending and attacking Dabura. With an accelerating speed and new vigor, each and every montage Fu grew.

“You’ve got fire in you, a spark I see The potential to be more than just like me You’ll carry my lessons, my strength and my fight But find your own path to what you know is right”

Dabura smiled and proceeded to fight back, and took Fu on, while also preventing him from landing any hits, the training became increasingly difficult due to Fu’s growth.

“It’s not just about winning, or taking the prize It’s learning to see through the darkest of lies It’s keeping your guard up, but never your heart Fighting for others—that’s where you start”

Dabura numerous times had to show Fu what was at stake. It being Orion or the Mansion, true motivation was what drove Fu to improve. “When the day comes, and you stand aloneRemember these lessons, this path I’ve shownYou’re my family, my pride, my bond so rareAnd no matter what, I’ll always be there”

After being nearly demolished by Dabura he gets up and manages to land a critical hit on Dabura which led to Dabura being sent down in a crater. “So train hard, Fu, let nothing break you For love’s in the fight and honor stays true When it’s time to defend, protect what you feel That’s where true power lies, that’s how strength heals”

Dabura finishes the song with a small smile and Fu is panting. “You did good, for someone with one arm.”

“I did?” Fu asked.

“Yes, and I think you’re ready, Fu. Go on. Make your uncle proud.”

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