#there are some crazy things being said about wealth

[quotes-from-oz]

"I have been safe from molestation for many years, because I was poor and possessed nothing that anyone else could envy. But if you make me rich and prosperous I shall at once become the prey of thieves and marauders and probably will lose my life in the attempt to protect my fortune." Inga looked at the man in surprise. "What, then, can I do to please you?" he inquired. "Nothing more than to allow me to go home to my poor cabin," said Nikobob.

Nikobob and Prince Inga in Rinkitink in Oz by L. Frank Baum

[feitanii-ll]

ᰔᩚ 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟, 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ᰔᩚ

husband! katsuki x afab!reader

(implied advances/pursuing (not from katsuki), cursing, hella fluff, little ooc kats.)

★ — in which,, katsuki finds someone trying to pursue his wife in a grocery store.

katsuki has a lot of pride.

how could he not? being one of the top heros in Japan, bursting through the ranks at unimaginable speeds, accomplishing things that no one else in the world can even comprehend. he's got a house (a few of them), nice cars, neat clothes, ect— overall, an exceptional lifestyle. something that he deserves to be prideful about. things to be proud of. and though he appreciates it; the fame, the wealth, the prestige— nothing, and I mean nothing, trumps the pride he has for you. his wife.

it's all he feels in the moment, staring at you from across the isle of the grocery store, unbeknownst to you. his sweet little wife, going off on a stranger, an absolute weirdo, for not leaving you alone, he believes. for not accepting your rejection, maybe? he can only assume. hell, who cares anymore?

he had driven you both to the grocery store, wanting to do some quick shopping for the upcoming weekend. but your man was just so so tired from working all week, you insisted on going in alone so that he could relax, promising you'd just be a minute.

he took it upon himself to go looking inside the store for you when 45 minutes pass, leading him to now.

katsuki is grinning, almost maniacally as he watches you, arms crossed over his pride-swollen chest. the conversation is something along the lines of,

'I said no, didn't I? back the fuck up.' with your brows furrowed cutely, a disgusted sneer on your face.

when the loser persists, you get loud, almost wanting to make a scene. you cut him off with a, "nuh uh! I'm tryna' be nice, but you're pissing me off, now, sir"

katsuki's still watching, wanting to see how things plays out. he won't let the man get too close. won't let anything escalate further. he just wants to see you handle yourself, like he knows you can. you're his girl, after all.

and when the man doesn't let up, you take to slipping your phone out of your pocket, taking your eyes off the man for only a second to speed dial katsuki. he sees it all, watching as you press the phone to your ear, ready to summon him. he grins wider, biting back a smile when he feels his phone vibrate in his front, right pocket. you're still cursing the stranger out, now embarrassing him in front of the other shoppers as you wait for your husband to answer the phone.

"—don't know what you thought this was. my husband don't play that. he's crazy." you scoff, thoroughly pissed.

and that's the icing on the cake. it's what has him cackling, celebrating, almost to himself. he basically doubles over as his giggles hit him hard. he wasn't expecting those words to come out of your mouth, but God, were they music to his ears.

'thas' my fuckin' girl.' he sighs internally.

you did everything right.

he thinks it's about time he interferes. slipping a cllaosued hand into his front pocket, katsuki pulls out his vibrating phone, declining the call as he approaches you.

the confusion you feel when your husband doesn't answer is temporary. your expression goes from frustrated to surprised when his voice rings out just above you, swimming pleasantly through your ears.

"kats—" you look up, surprised as you meet his gaze, a wave of relief washing over you.

"don't worry, babe," he's still grinning, but the look he gives the man is one of familiarity. you might have to be the one to deescalate the problem now,

"your husband's riiiight here."

your once frustrated features shift at the sound of his voice. his form was so big and imposing behind you, and you knew you were safe.

"baby, I was just gonna grab one more thing for you before paying for the groceries—"

God, he thinks, you were shopping for him.

"don't worry 'bout it, ma." his voice is gruff as it sounds in your ears, rough in a way that it makes you almost plaint. and it's around this time that the stranger realizes just who he's talking to, not expecting dynamite to be in his vicinity.

"you did good. c'mon." he praises as he grabs your hand, leading you to the register and taking the basket from your hands, gingerly.

by the time you get back into your shared vehicle, katsuki is still smiling— like he's on the verge of laughing. it makes you smile, too, albeit, extremely confused.

you slip on your seat belt when you feel the car roar to life, rumbling softly in the background. when you look back uo, you're sighing, flopping back against the seat, exhausted. when you look to your man, he's still grinning. it makes you smile, albeit extremely confused.

"what??" you ask through a giggle, almost desperately, needing to know just what the hell was so damn funny.

he stays silent, simply smiling, and you emphasize again,

"whaat?"

"nothin!" he laughs, palms lifting off the wheel and by his ears in mock surrender, "can't fucking look at ya?"

"you're being weird, kat!" you swat his shoulder playfully, "what arenyou looking at me like that?"

"nothin', baby, nothin'." he's giddy, which is so so odd to you.

"is this about what happened just now." you lift your brows expectantly.

he pauses, and then speaks,

"just... 'm proud of my girl, is all." he shrugs, making a smug face. "told that man off, yeah? told him that your husband is crazy about you? makes me all...I dunno." he trails off, and you laugh.

"what else were you expecting?" you scoff out a laugh, shaking your head. "he was hitting on me, and—"

"baby, you don't gotta explain it to me. just.. know that I'm proud of you." he smiles, and it's so genuine. so pretty. so rare from your husband. your heart races at the praise.

"okay." you whisper, smiling shyly.

"okay." he confirms, looking down at you, still grinning.

he's definitely proud of himself. but not more than he is of you.

[hoshifighting]

lee chan as your sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, cock riding, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving). — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

chan's fingers hovered over the keyboard, the couch under him squeaking as his friends shifted closer, eyes glued to his screen. the profile had been a joke, a dare born out of a boredom and too many beers. his bio was something ridiculous, like “lee chan, 25. likes dancing, long walks to the fridge, and avoiding adult responsibilities.” he doesn’t think much of it, just another one of those dumb things you do with friends that you forget about the next morning.

so when that notification popped up, he’d been fully ready to shrug it off.

“oh shit, someone actually bit,” seungkwan snorted, elbowing him in the ribs.

“no way,” vernon leaned in closer, practically draping himself over chan’s shoulder. “what, is it a granny looking for a toyboy?”

chan was already smirking, about to type back something half-assed, but then he clicked on the profile.

silence.

“bro…” was all soonyoung managed, voice dropping to something almost reverent.

you stared back at him from the screen, the photo set in dubai. expensive-ass bikini that screamed designer without being obnoxious about it, a pool so clear it could’ve been a goddamn mirror. every photo after that, some crazy tourist spot, one after the other. greece, italy, fucking bali. you were clearly someone who had their shit together, someone who probably had the same watch collection as his entire paycheck for the last year.

chan’s still staring at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. he’s never seen anything like this before. you look like money, smell like money, like that fancy, understated kind of wealth that doesn’t need to brag.

“are you gonna reply or just keep ogling?” seungkwan’s voice snapped him out of it.

he glanced at the message again. just a simple “hi” but now another one had popped up.

“she’s typing again,” someone whispers, and chan snaps out of it, eyes darting back to the chat window.

“you’re real cute in that profile pic,” it read, followed by a winking emoji.

“well, fuck me,” chan muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “what the hell do i even say to that?”

“anything but something stupid,” vernon quipped, nudging him.

chan bites his lip, glancing at his friends who are all staring at him like this is the most important conversation of his life. and maybe it kinda is.

his fingers hovered again. you were out of his league in every way that mattered, but here you were, talking to him. and what was he? just some dude who loved dance and cheap beer. but fuck it. he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

“hii! you know, you look even better than all those tourist spots. might have to see for myself sometime...”

“oh my god, dude,” vernon whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly.

“he’s going in!” seungkwan half-yelled, covering his mouth in shock.

chan hit send and immediately regretted it, cheeks burning. “what? too much?”

“nah, man, that’s bold,” soonyoung said, barely containing his grin. “you might’ve just scored.”

seconds felt like hours, everyone staring at the screen, waiting. then, the notification pinged.

“lol, that’s cute,” you replied. “where you living rn?”

chan’s hands shook as he typed back. “seoul. just a humble dancer here. what about you? where you at?”

“imma bet she’s like, in some penthouse in new york or something,” soonyoung guessed.

chan rolled his eyes but waited, heart in his throat, until your next message popped up.

“france atm. here for work.”

“what the fuck?” chan whispered, blinking. “she’s in france? who just casually drops they’re in france?”

“she’s high-class, bro,” vernon chuckled, “better up your game.”

chan swallowed, typing back, “damn, france, huh? that’s far. what kind of work are you into?”

“bet she’s got some crazy job,” soonyoung mused, leaning in closer.

your reply came quicker this time. “i’m a director at a company. lots of traveling, lots of meetings, but it’s worth it.”

“right?” chan exhaled, trying to play it cool. “guess i better brush up on my french. so, when are you back in seoul?”

“soon,” you replied. “might need a tour guide when i get there. you up for the job?”

chan felt his heart skip a beat. “hell yeah, i’m up for it. i’ll make sure you see all the best spots.”

“even better if one of those spots is your place,” you teased.

his friends erupted into laughter, nearly falling off the couch as chan’s face turned beet red. “fuck… she’s smooth,” he mumbled, grinning despite himself.

“she’s gonna eat you alive, and you’re gonna love it,” vernon teased, leaning back into the couch, grinning ear to ear.

days passed, and his friends kept throwing out jokes, but none of them actually thought he’d go through with meeting you. it was supposed to be a dare, a laugh, nothing serious. but there chan was, pulling on the finest clothes he owned, trying to look like he belonged next to someone like you. black slacks, a crisp white shirt, the kind of fit that made him feel like maybe he could pass for someone with a little more class, some nice pants, and his best pair of shoes. it wasn’t designer, but it was the best he could do.

he paced in front of his apartment building, checking his phone every two seconds. his palms were already sweating, and his heart raced in his chest like it was trying to break free.

then, he saw it—a sleek black porsche 911 pulling up to the curb, the engine purring like a panther. “no fucking way,” he whispered to himself as the door opened and you stepped out, removing your sunglasses with a casual flick of your wrist. your gaze locking onto his. you were the picture of luxury, the kind of woman who had her shit together and didn’t let anyone forget it.

chan swallowed hard, his confidence from your messages feeling a little shaky now that you were right in front of him. “uh, hey,” he managed, running a hand through his hair.

you smiled, a slow, knowing curve of your lips as you approached him. “nice to finally meet you, chan,” you said, your voice smooth, like you were used to making people feel a little off-kilter.

“y-yeah, you too,” he stammered, trying to hold it together. “you look... wow.”

“thanks,” you replied, glancing at his outfit. “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “figured i should try to look the part.”

you gave him an appraising look before tilting your head towards the car. “so, you know how to drive?”

he blinked, caught off guard. “uh, yeah, of course.”

“good,” you said, tossing the keys his way. he barely caught them, fumbling a bit as he did. “why don’t you take us for a spin, then?”

“you want me to drive that?” chan asked, glancing back at the porsche, his nerves doubling.

you nodded, a glint in your eye. “you got it, pretty boy. show me what you can do.”

chan’s heart thudded in his chest as he walked over to the car, his hands still a little shaky as he slid into the driver’s seat. the leather was soft under his fingers, the kind of luxury he wasn’t used to, but damn if he didn’t feel like a king behind that wheel.

he started the engine, the car rumbling to life, and glanced over at you. you were watching him, your expression amused but with a hint of something else, something that made him feel like this was more than just a ride.

“so, where to first?” he asked, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“how about we start with wherever you usually hang out?” you suggested, settling into the seat, your gaze flicking to him. “i want to see the city through your eyes.”

chan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “okay, i can do that.”

chan had never felt so out of his element, yet so at ease. he’d taken you through his world, showing you his favorite spots around the city—the dance studio where he spent countless hours perfecting his moves, a little-known art exhibition that he’d insisted on paying for, despite your amused protests. now, the two of you strolled through a quiet park, the late afternoon sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

as you walked, chan led you to a secluded spot where an old statue stood, slightly weathered but still striking. it was a simple piece, a couple entwined in an embrace, their lips inches apart, forever captured in a moment of almost-kissing.

“so, this statue,” chan started, his voice a little softer now. “there’s this legend that if you kiss someone here, you’re supposed to stay together forever. something about how the artist sculpted it after he lost his wife. he wanted to capture their last moment together, just before they kissed, so they could be like that forever.”

you stopped, staring at the statue, then glanced at him with a knowing smile. “and here i thought you were just a dancer. didn’t know you were into old romantic tales, too.”

he shrugged, a bit bashful. “yeah, well, this place is special. it’s got a vibe, you know?”

“i know,” you replied, stepping closer to the statue, your hand brushing over its surface. “i’ve actually been here before. in fact, i’ve been to every place you showed me today.”

chan’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding his expression. “wait, you did? why didn’t you say anything?”

you turned to face him, your gaze locking onto his. “i just wanted to spend time with you. i wanted to see how you experience these places, what they mean to you.”

“that’s… actually pretty sweet.”

you nodded, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, your body almost brushing against his. “you think so?”

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you fading into the background. chan could feel the words hanging between you like a challenge and an invitation all at once.

“well,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “there’s still one thing we haven’t done yet.”

“what’s that?” you asked, your voice equally soft, a teasing edge to it.

chan didn’t answer with words. instead, he slowly closed the distance between you, his hands gently resting on your hips. you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding back, not wanting to rush, but there was no mistaking the want in his eyes.

and then he kissed you.

it started slow, like he was savoring the first taste. his lips were soft against yours, but there was a firmness in the way he held you. the kiss deepened, his hands sliding up your sides, feeling the smooth, expensive fabric of your dress under his fingertips. it was like touching pure luxury, and it made his heart race even faster.

you responded in kind, your hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt. he was strong, solid, and the contrast between his ruggedness and your refinement sent a thrill through you. you pressed closer, feeling the heat of his body, the way his breath mingled with yours.

he pulled you even closer, his hands now fully around your waist, one sliding up your back as if trying to memorize every inch of you. there was nothing between you and the world but this kiss, this moment, where time seemed to stretch and bend around the two of you.

the kiss was everything—soft and sweet, yet desperate and consuming, like neither of you wanted it to end. his scent surrounded you, a combination of something clean and musky, grounding you even as the kiss made you feel like you were floating.

you pulled back slightly, your lips lingering close to his. you could still feel the ghost of his kiss on your mouth.

chan’s apartment is exactly what you imagined—small, cozy, clean, and it smells like fresh laundry mixed with something musky that’s all him. it’s simple, a little too bare maybe, but there’s something comforting about it. like it’s a place where he can just be himself.

“it’s not much,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he leads you inside. “definitely not what you’re used to. not fancy or anything, but… it’s home.”

you smile at him, stepping further into the living room. “i like it,” you say, and you mean it. it’s a place that feels real, lived-in, and right now, it’s exactly where you want to be.

chan watches you carefully, like he’s trying to gauge your reaction, but when he sees the smile on your face, some of that tension leaves his shoulders. he looks at you, a little nervous, but you can see the desire underneath, the way he’s holding himself back.

“so,” you say, stepping closer to him, letting your body brush against his. he’s solid, all hard muscle and pent-up energy, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. “you gonna give me the full tour?”

his breath hitches when you press against him, your lips so close to his that he can practically taste you already. “uh, yeah,” he says, his voice low and a little rough. “i mean, it’s not a big place or anything, but…”

you don’t let him finish. instead, you lick his lips with the tip of your tongue, just a quick, teasing flick that has him groaning almost immediately. his hands twitch at his sides, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you yet.

“chan,” you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. “why don’t you show me the whole place?”

his eyes darken, his hands finally coming up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. “you mean… like, now?”

“now,” you confirm, giving him a slow, sultry smile. “and maybe we can start with the bedroom.”

chan doesn’t need to be told twice. he practically drags you down the short hallway, your laughter echoing off the walls as he fumbles with the door. the second you’re inside, his hands are on you, pulling you close, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it.

you push him back toward the bed, feeling the mattress hit the back of your legs as you fall onto it together. chan’s kisses are hungry, almost desperate, and you can feel him trembling slightly, the anticipation building between you.

“fuck, you’re so hot,” he mutters against your lips, his hands sliding under your shirt, feeling the soft skin beneath.

you smirk, running your hands down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you tease, slipping your hand lower, brushing over the bulge in his jeans.

chan’s breath catches in his throat, his hips bucking up into your touch. “shit,” he groans, his head falling back as you palm him through the fabric.

you undo his jeans, sliding them down just enough to free his cock, and you hear the sharp intake of breath he takes as the cool air hits him. he’s already rock hard, thick and pulsing in your hand, and when you lean down to take him into your mouth, the sound he makes is nothing short of pathetic.

“fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white. “shit, your mouth… feels so good.”

you hum around him, swirling your tongue over the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum there. chan’s hips jerk involuntarily, and you can feel how desperate he is, how much he’s holding back. you start moving your mouth up and down his length, taking him deeper each time, and the way he’s losing his mind over it is almost enough to make you lose control.

“i… i can’t—” chan gasps, his voice shaking as he tries to hold on. “i’m gonna… fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

you don’t stop, sucking harder, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. chan’s moans are getting louder, more broken, and you can feel his cock throbbing, his whole body tensing up as he gets closer and closer.

“fuck, i’m cumming, i’m—” he chokes out, his hips bucking up as he spills into your mouth. his whole body shakes, his moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps as he rides out the high, his fingers digging into the sheets like he’s afraid he’ll float away.

you don’t let up, even as he starts to soften in your mouth, your tongue teasing him, milking every last drop out of him. chan’s breath comes in ragged pants, his body twitching uncontrollably as you keep going.

“s-stop,” he pleads, his voice hoarse, almost broken. “too much… can’t…”

you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you crawl up his body. “too much?” you ask, your voice full of teasing. “we’re just getting started.”

chan barely has time to process that before you’re straddling him, your body pressing down onto his still sensitive cock. he gasps, his hands flying to your hips, but he’s too overwhelmed to do anything more than hold on as you start moving.

“fuck, fuck, i can’t,” he whimpers, his head falling back against the pillows, his eyes screwed shut. “i can’t, it’s too much.”

“you can take it,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him, your hands sliding up his chest. “just relax, let me take care of you.”

chan groans, his hips bucking up into you even though every nerve in his body is screaming at him to stop. the overstimulation is driving him insane, every touch of your body, every movement making him tremble, his hands gripping the pillow like it’s his lifeline. he’s never felt anything like this before, never thought he could feel this good and this overwhelmed at the same time.

you can feel him trembling beneath you, his whole body tense with the effort of holding on. it’s almost too much for him, but you don’t stop, not yet. you want to push him just a little further, want to see how far you can take him.

chan brought out something in you that you hadn’t felt in years. it wasn’t just the excitement of being with someone young and full of life—it was how he made you feel, like every moment with him was a break from the weight of the world. he had this way of dragging you out of your high-stress life and dropping you into something simple, fun, and completely unpretentious.

like that time he took you to the amusement park. you hadn’t been to one in ages, but there you were, screaming your lungs out on roller coasters, laughing so hard you thought you’d cry, and holding his hand through it all. it wasn’t fancy, wasn’t anything like the high-end places you usually found yourself in, but it was exactly what you needed. chan made you feel alive in a way you’d forgotten was possible.

then there were the movie dates, sitting in those darkened theaters with him, your feet up on the seat in front of you like a couple of carefree kids. he’d always pick the cheesiest movies, and you’d groan, but somehow, they ended up being exactly what you needed. you loved watching his face light up during the action scenes or how he’d lean in close to whisper jokes in your ear, making you laugh so much you’d miss half the movie.

but it wasn’t just the dates. it was the little things. like when he’d have one of his fashion shows for you, parading around your massive living room in the new clothes you’d gotten him. the way he’d strike ridiculous poses, just to make you smile, or how his face would light up when you genuinely praised him, making him feel like he was on top of the world.

and you loved being by his side when his friends came over. they had this infectious energy, pulling you into their world effortlessly. you even found yourself spoiling them now and then, slipping one of them some cash or buying them a round of drinks, because they took care of chan so well, and you appreciated that more than you could say.

chan balanced you in a way that was almost scary. no matter how tired you were after a long day at work, he was your constant source of energy, always there, always ready to make you feel better. you’d stop by some luxury brand store on the way home, picking up a few things for him because you knew he’d love it, and because it made you happy to spoil him a little.

you knew that when you walked through the door, he’d be there, waiting for you. sometimes, he’d pull you into bed, his arms wrapped around you as he coaxed you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you drifted off. other times, he’d be more playful, those dancer’s hips of his working magic as he eased the stress out of your body in ways that made you forget all about the bullshit of the day.

“missed you,” he’d murmur, his voice husky and full of affection as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“missed you too,” you’d reply, your hands finding their way to his hips, pulling him closer. “you always know how to make everything better.”

and it was true. chan wasn’t just a breath of fresh air—he was your escape, your balance, the thing that made everything else worth it.

[fizzie-frog]

You know, the Stolitz scene was a trainwreck as a whole (they usually are), but what honestly got me most was the way Blitz started pleading when he thought his livelihood was going to be taken away.

THIS IS NOT A STOLAS SLANDER POST. I'm coming from a place where I've seen Blitz being mostly, if not entirely blamed for their lack of communication most of the time.

Moving on...

People keep going like "Well if imps are so low in the hierarchy..." - Let's take a break to think. Blitz isn't rich, he's just getting by really. And how is he getting by?

By prostituting himself. To the upper class.

That's what it is, he's a certified whxre. Things may have evolved in the meantime, but that's how it started. Blitz got asked for the deal while being chased by a crazy lady and him, wanting to keep his business and livelihood, said yes, obviously.

Now Stolas was suddenly taking the book back with no apparent explanation (until they got to the crystal), so of course Blitz thought he was doomed. On a side note, why couldn't Stolas say "You won't need the book, I have an alternative" instead of the ominous "I'll need the book back, permanently. I have made up my mind." I would be scared out of my mind.

He teared up immediately and started pleading, you could already see what was going through his head. He won't have the means to support his business anymore, to pay his employees, to afford a home, he'll be homeless and have no means to take care of Loona. Everyone will leave him again and he will starve on the streets all alone.

He'd do anything to be able to live a life a bit better than miserable, of course he would.

And this brings me to Stolas's treatment of Blitz. I see that everything tends to fall on Blitz, and I'm not saying he has no fault (in fact I didn't even like him at the beginning of the series too much), but Stolas treated him like a peasant. Just the episode before Ozzie's he's called him his "impish little plaything" and asked for a reward for the rescue. He put out cigarettes on his horns, he ignored his "stop" most times, he addressed him in this little baby voice with babying diminutives. "Itty bitty" imp.

And I am sure Stolas is socially clueless. He was brought up alone and sheltered, taught to be a prince first and foremost.

Stolas probably saw this as playful banter, as something that is inoffensive, silly. It was only in the Ozzie's episode that he finally saw that actually, his silly play served to make Blitz feel smaller.

And of course in this scenario, Blitz would see this coming out of the nether. He reacted quite badly, but why would this prince be actually in love with him? As he said, he needed to have a minute (or several) to think about everything. They needed to talk this out, and Blitz was about to apologize when Stolas cast him out.

They were both emotionally charged. They fucked up. But I can see Blitz's side. And the power imbalance is so evident, that hierarchy that everyone keeps saying is irrelevant - in a moment's notice, he could have his life swept from underneath him. Just like he thought it happened in that split moment; it worried him so much that he cried and pleaded (and that's not in Blitz's character to do).

And then he was so scared of not being enough too, ugh, his little "I can always do better!". He's so used to everyone just seeing him as a lost cause, better to be discarded. With this amalgamation of things, no wonder he can't believe Stolas would have feelings for him.

So uh, I don't know what the conclusion to this is. Normalize getting imps some actual comfort? So far the only really privileged imp in Helluva Boss is Fizz after getting rid of Mammon. And when I say priviledged, I'm referring to wealth and upper class, not taking into account personal issues such as disability and so forth.

Anyway, this was my two cents on Stolitz. I honestly haven't thought too much on them, I'm riding on the Fizzarolli high. I'm chill over here in my Fizzmodeus bubble, but doesn't mean I have no thoughts on Stolitz.

[inkdrinkerworld]

no cause dick getting protective when they're at a gala and some old rich guy starts implying that y/n doesn't belong there cause they don't come from wealth

you're the best writer on this app btw!!!

That’s so sweet! I hope you enjoy this

“Why are they here?” You hear it once when you walk in and then again when Dick comes up behind you and drops a kiss to your cheek.

“They just don’t fit.”

Dick doesn’t hear until he’s dishing out your dinner, your plate being shared for both your tastes.

“You could do better, Grayson.” First he thinks it’s about his choice of food- which he doesn’t care about but then he follows the man’s gaze and frowns.

His eyes narrow, taking in the heavy set man beside him.

“Excuse me?”

He’s really trying not to flip out. He doesn’t want to make a scene at Bruce’s fancy gala but he will, he knows he will, if this man says anything out of place.

“Your date. You could’ve gotten anyone, anyone who fit in with the rest of us.” The way he says ‘us’ really grates on his nerves. As if money would matter to Dick, as if it would make a difference to your personality.

“You’re wrong. Money doesn’t always equate to value you know. Maybe you should worry more about your house than what goes on in my life.”

Dick walks off without another word and finds you sitting at your table with only Damien as company- he isn’t as bad as Dick tries making him look.

“Hey baby,” you smile softly, eyes pleading with Damien who doesn’t look the least bit remorseful as he tattles to Dick.

“Some of these old guys are real pieces of work. They don’t even realise that they’re being robbed right under their noses but they think they have the right to comment on dating preferences.”

Dick’s eyes are ablaze. “They said something to you?” You shrug.

“It’s not a big deal, bigots are bigots no matter where you go.”

Dick and Damien find it very big deals but you distract Dick, Damien’s called off by Bruce who gives you a nod that makes you smile.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s what they’re like and they’re old; they hardly change their mind. Not until they’re on their deathbeds anyway.”

Dick sighs and you decide to pull out the big guns. You walk over to his chair and sit across his lap, your nails burying in his hair as your lips press to his ear.

“Let it go Grayson, it doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t bother you.”

“Boils my fucking blood that they think they can just say those things no problem.” You hum, kissing his jaw.

“Don’t do anything crazy, Richard.”

He only groans, holding on to your hip as his hand reaches for something off the plate.

“No promises. I love you, just the way you are.”

You smile, eating straight from his hands. “I love you just the way you are, too. Which is why I know you and Damien are going to retaliate, but at least make it untraceable.”

Dick chuckles, “I know my way around tech, pretty girl. It’s one hundred percent untraceable.”

[astaroth1357]

Witchy Requests: The Reality of Summoning a Demon Lord

Contents: Violence and demons being demonic

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Summoning Lucifer

First off, this is not even remotely easy to do.

Lucifer does not get summoned away very often because it takes a witch at least comparable to Solomon's skill to pull it off. Of the small handful of people who can, only a couple are crazy enough to try (so he already knows them all by name).

Not only is this hard to do logistically, Lucifer also HATES being summoned with a burning passion. It messes up his schedule, gives him a pounding headache, and it's pretty humiliating to be ordered about like a dog on a lead.

Anyone summoning Lucifer has put some seriously strong spells in place to keep him in check. It'll take more than a salt circle to stay protected because he'll just blow that crap away with his wings.

It's well known that he will attack the second that the caster gives him the opportunity. Even so much as looking away could leave enough of an opening for him to fry them to a crisp. Extra potent magic chains and bindings are about the only things that ensure safety....

Deals with Lucifer are extremely costly due to how pissed he is just being there. He doesn't stop at their soul. Depending on the day, he could ask for any number of other sacrifices before he so much as lifts a finger. A person summoning Lucifer must be prepared to lose almost everything...

That said, he always fulfills his contracts to the letter and employs very little trickery. If the agreement was unclear, then that's on the summoner. Not him. They get exactly what they asked for.

There was a rumor going around for a time that if Lucifer was summoned with classical music in background, he'd be easier to deal with. Unfortunately, a naive young witch gave it a try and found out that "easier to deal with" Lucifer is still willing take off a hand or two no matter how sophisticated the room sounds.

Solomon has only managed to summon him twice. The first time was in a bid for a pact (which ended in a very wrecked office) and the second was an attempt to ask the questions about Michael that Simeon refused to answer (he let him go pretty quickly after receiving a death glare that would have turned his hair white if it weren't so silvery already).

Summoning Mammon

So like. It's pretty easy to do, but it ain't cheap.

Mammon only shows up if the caster can offer up some serious wealth in return. We're talking sprinkling the summoning circle in gold coins and Rolex watches to make it happen. They don't get to keep any of it, either. He's taking that as the "entrance fee."

Though he's generally a pretty safe summon, Mammon's motivations are directly tied to how much wealth he's gonna make off of their time together. Bribes aren't just encouraged, they're expected, and he gets pissed off if they think he'll do any work for free.

Since he encompasses the sphere of Greed, he sees a lot of witches and the like who summon him for a bit of luck or to increase their chances of acquiring ill-gotten gains. He usually demands a cut of whatever they manage to get from his help, on top of what it already took for him to play ball to begin with.

The only witches who get to skip his exorbitant prices are, unfortunately, the ones whom he already owes money to and it is degrading to say the least... He tries to keep MC out of that as much as possible and he'll straight up toss anyone who brings it up.

There's an urban legend around witching circles that of you can get Mammon to kiss a Grimm and give it to you, you'll have good fortune for an entire year. He doesn't really believe it himself but he still gave one to MC, just in case.

Solomon hasn't ever tried to summon Mammon, though he knows that he could very easily. He's not too tied to wealth or material possessions, so he's never needed his assistance to start with. If he ever summons him now, it's usually just to ask how MC is doing since the two are so close.

Summoning Levi

Often more trouble than it's worth...

Summoning Levi is really only useful for a VERY small handful of problems, nearly all of which concerning the Devil's Sea in some way. He's the only brother with any jurisdiction over it, much less the ability to talk to fish.

The issue is that Levi hates being summoned just as much as Lucifer. It drags him right out of his comfort zone and puts him a space where he feels like he's being judged for how useless he is... Thus, he'll spend the whole time sulking, irritated, and hissing to be left alone.

Levi has to be spoken to with extreme care because setting him off could result in the caster getting crushed by all 200 tons of Lotan then swept away in the flood that comes after.

Those who can appease him with video games and anime fair better, not by much because he gets even more irritated if they get details the wrong or seem like a "fake fan" (yes, unfortunately he gatekeeps 🥲). Only the most otaku of witches are safe from his temper.

In truth, main reason that anyone summons Levi anymore is for nautical travel through the Devil's Sea. The dude is like a living compass with precise latitude and longitudinal coordinates built into his DNA. But asking for that is also a one way ticket to meet Admiral Levi who is even WORSE to be around than the Otaku version...

The first time Solomon summoned Levi, they actually got along pretty well (largely thanks to Solomon's equally copious knowledge of TSL). He was only looking for the scales of a specific sea monster, but the two ended up chatting for a while. He thought that he could have made a pact with him right then and there, but Levi asked if he liked The Magical Ruri Hana and his answer to THAT shut things down instantly...

Summoning Satan

Practically the OG demon to summon despite being around for the least amount of time.

Satan is one of the easier brothers to summon because he spent a few centuries spreading around just how to do so in the human world. He wanted an excuse to leave the House and piss off Lucifer by fucking with humanity. Architect of the Satanic Panic right here.

I suppose you could say that in his younger years, Satan was something akin to a rockstar in witching terms. Even non-witches knew of him, just not a lot of the accurate details.

Satan was really the "ground zero" for humanity's pop culture surrounding demons. He used to use it as a chance to let loose from Lucifer's constant pressure, so he played up the persona of the "charming, charismatic bad boy with a homicidal mean-streak" beautifully.

You would also have to be a lawyer if you wanted to make a solid contract with him. He was wicked smart even back then and put it good use by tormenting the humans more. That classic phrase, "Deal with the Devil" came from the amount of times he'd gleefully screw someone over.

Since then, he's calmed down considerably and is even a little embarrassed about his old persona if anyone brings it up. He's much more refined in his modern day dealings, though he'll still make a nasty deal or two just to keep the humans on their toes.

Satan's fondness for cats is the reason why cats got tied to witchcraft in media. It was common knowledge that if you summoned him with a cat present, then he would be too distracted to give you a bad deal. Ever since then, it just stuck.

Solomon's true first interaction with Satan was when he summoned him one day to get some advice about making a pact with Lucifer... It was one of his worst ideas to date and he still has the mended ribs to show for it.

Summoning Asmo

Very easy with low risk... for the most part.

Asmo LOVES getting summoned out by witches. It feeds his ego something fierce. So he never makes it all that hard to do, however...

Those who summon Asmo quickly learn that it cannot be a one-time thing. Or if it is, it better fucking stay that way.

Asmo ties a lot of self-worth to how "in demand" he is, so after a witch summons him, he'll keep a tally on how long it takes for them to summon him again.

If they do so quickly and regularly? No issues. He couldn’t be happier! If they take too long between summons though...?

Fury. He'll come at them laying curse after curse because how DARE they forget about him like that!! And after, uh... whatever he did to help them out, no less!

Most witches just preemptively make a pact with him since they know that calling on Asmo is more like an ongoing relationship than a simple business transaction.

Ironically, despite the fact that Asmo wants to be summoned so badly, he is incredibly picky about the kinds of work he'll do. He won't do anything that could ruin his manicures, mess up his hair, strain his muscles, dirty his skin, cause a breakout, make him frown-

All of this absolutely stems from that time he was summoned by Solomon and tricked into doing hard labor to build his Temple. You live and learn, then throw the people who treat you poorly into the desert as punishment. Or something like that.

Summoning Beel

A very unwise decision unless you have the resources of a sultan.

Beel isn't exactly hostile by default, if anything he's very easy going all things considered. It's just that his stomach does a lot of the talking in contract arrangements...

After summoning Beel, the caster has to try and keep him fed at all costs. If he's eating, he's docile and easily negotiable. If he's hungry, he will eat them without hesitation. He's just going to go for the most filling thing in the room and, unfortunately, that tends to be the human in front of him.

As long as they have ten or so caterers on speed dial, deals with Beel are very straightforward. He's refreshingly forthright compared to the rest.

Sure, the first thing he usually asks for is permission to eat them, but he can be easily dissuaded by offering up something else to fill his stomach in their place. He's not bloodthirsty, just hungry.

For a short time, it was theorized that summoning both twins at the same time would make their interactions more safe, but that was quickly canned when it was discovered that Belphie would encourage Beel to eat whomever brought them there... He was not a good influence at all.

Solomon did actually try to summon Beel once thinking that he made enough food to keep him satisfied for a talk. Beel didn't even get three bites into his tuna salad before he lost consciousness... When he woke back up in HoL, he didn't have any memory of it and Solomon tactically decided to never mention it again so he could avoid future arguments.

Summoning Belphie

Blacklisted. Not allowed.

For centuries before MC showed up, Belphie was considered one of the most dangerous demons for a human witch to summon. Full stop. Even worse than Lucifer. The guy's bloodlust was unreal.

How exactly was the weakest brother considered the most deadly to interact with, you ask? Cold, hard manipulation.

Belphegor knows he's considered the weakest. He knows that he doesn't look like much of a threat. He even knows how to play into that "sleepy and harmless baby brother" image that he's spent so damn long building up.

Belphie is even better at persuasion than Satan. He can make whoever summons him feel silly, no, embarrassed for ever thinking he was a threat, then attack them when their guard was down.

Even if they keep him contained, his contracts are notoriously filled with wordplay and deceit. At best, he'll twist the terms around so he doesn't actually have to do anything. At worst, it'll become a death warrant with more than just their life on the line...

All of this, of course, was Belphie back when he still hated humans. But even after settling down with MC, he's in no rush to go correcting any records. He quite likes having his nap days uninterrupted, thank you.

One of the most horrifying rumors about summoning Belphegor is that if you sleep afterwards without fully sanctifying the room, he'll possess you in your sleep. There are still witches to this day who travel to the Devildom with sage in their pockets just in case they see him and need to start cleansing the area immediately.

Much like Mammon, Solomon has also never tried to summon Belphie. Sure, he can be somewhat unscrupulous, but even the witty sorcerer knows when the risk outweighs the reward.

Summoning Diavolo

Really only possible in theory because there has never been a successful attempt.

No one is very sure why all attempts to summon the Demon Prince crash and burn so easily. Solomon himself as spent centuries trying to work out the logistics.

Is there just no sacrifice comparable enough to bring out a being of his magnitude?

Are the sigils and chants required so ancient and esoteric that they've long been forgotten by mortal minds?

Do the summoning circles work but Diavolo, by the nature of his power and authority, just "opts out" of showing up if he feels like it?

Solomon has tried summoning Dia numerous times and every attempt has left him with nothing but wasted materials and broken dreams. This is basically his white whale. Don't bring it up or he'll get pouty.

Summoning Barbatos

Another unwise decision that leaves many with nightmares years later.

Barbatos is an... interesting case to summon. Like Lucifer, the caster has to be incredibly talented. Though unlike Lucifer, Barbatos doesn't react with such upfront vitriol.

To be clear, he is NOT happy. He is NEVER happy to be called away so suddenly from his lord. But it comes across more like a frigid aura of contempt and malice than the white hot hostility of all the others.

Put simply, it just feels like you royally fucked up in ways you can't even process.

The most unnerving thing about accepting a contract with Barbatos is that he will always agree to whatever is asked for with no complaint, but he'll never say what he wants in return.

The terms of all demonic contracts are that whatever is asked must be balanced by an equal sacrifice, but since Barbs NEVER identifies what he plans on taking, it leaves the caster to wonder what they've loss...

Every bad event from then on gets overanalyzed to the point of paranoia where the caster victim tries to identify if their debt has finally been paid or if he may still come to them one day and demand what he's owed...

Solomon doesn't know it, but a popular theory among his peers is that what Barbs took in exchange for their pact was his mortality in hopes that the centuries of loss and isolation would make him go insane. It's a silly little rumor, but it does still make Barbs chuckle whenever he hears it...

[the-moon-devi]

CARAMELS SOLAR RETURN PREDICTIONS: 2024

Asteroids: Ascelpius (4581), Ambrosia (193), Reiki (5239), Vibilia (144), Odysseus (1143), Ulysses (5254)

𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦'𝑠 𝑀𝑦 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛! 😊 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒! 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒! 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝐿𝑚𝑘, 𝑖𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 ��𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 6 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠! 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦! 😘🩷

|| 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐂 @ 𝟐𝟔° ||

Since I'm a cancer ascendant; Taurus falls into my 10th/11th house, so more than likely, my life purpose/career will be brought to me. I'll be able to see this area of life. Taurus is also my natal NN. So I just get a sense that there's a theme of life purpose and Venusian things, like comfort and material security since this is at a wealth degree of Taurus. My progressed sun is in Taurus, so it definitely will be big for me, in my opinion. Reaching goals as well! I see myself doing a lot of self-care and focusing on my physical appearance as well. Taurus is a sign that is about stability & financial security, I think this year will be a much more stable year, and I'll be headed towards growth & financial abundance.

|| 𝐀𝐒𝐂 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫: 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝟗° 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞||

Keywords: luck, spontaneity, knowledge, learning

This is kinda crazy because I said earlier that I see my 10th/11th house being activated. Natally, my MC is aries which sits at 8° so this would be conjunct my natal Mc. So, there's a lot of venusian and creative influence within my public image. I'll probably be putting towards my career and online. I see that I could even have online relationships or traveling since venus is at 9°. I may have possible luck and fortune in this area of life( I natally have this too, so I think I'll feel pretty comfortable in this area)

|| 𝐀𝐒𝐂 ☌ 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫/ 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 ||

I definitely may be traveling (espically since I have a 12th house stellium with these) jupiter is a planet of long distance travel, and foreign travel. I don't wanna touch on this too much yet but that's what I'm getting so far. I see I'll have a big focus on attaining knowledge and increasing my smarts on a spiritual level next year. I see luck, and unexpected events. I think I'll be having more fun, and possibly more optimistic! (I heard inheritances, or like huge gains too.....)

The 1h is also your appearance for the year, so I forsee with uranus an unexpected physical change & with jupiter here, it could be weight gain or growth in certain body parts. 😉

Overal Themesl: Love, Travel, Creative Endeavors getting Noticed, Career/Life purpose being highlighted, Money gains, reaching goals, ambition

|| 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝟏𝟐𝐇 ||

Keywords: Dreams Coming True;

This is an obvious indication of isolation, lol. I may benefit from alone time this year and may be paying more attention to my subconscious/mental health. I may need more rest or learn how to wind down. Sun lights up our houses and puts a focus on that area. So spirituality will also be something that's being pushed to the forefront and spiritual growth. 12h is also a house that represents foreign settlement and traveling abroad. I wouldn't be surprised if that's something that happens next year because we have Uranus in 12th conjunct Asc, so I could just randomly decide to leave my homeland and travel. I'll be touching on this more as I see some indicators of moving/travel. (This is something I've been manifesting for a minute, and it's crazy because the 11th house represents our manifestations/desires & hopes). On the downside, hidden mental sickness could come up, and I may be prone to isolating myself and dealing with it alone.

|| Sun ☌ Mercury, ☌ Venus ||

Key words: Learning, mental stimulation, Creativity, Love, beauty, travel, daily commute, busy

|| Sun ☌ Chiron ||

Healing the ego, healing in private, holistic healing, healing next to water (12h energy), turning pain to art.

|| 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟒° 𝟏𝐇 ||

This is veryyyyy interesting.... as moon energy is something that is very familiar to me already, and again with the taurus degree. I forsee spiritual and hidden energies here. Natally, Gemini sits in my 11th/12th house. My venus & and Mars are both in gemini. So Moon is conjunct Venus, Mars, & Lilith. It's very interesting to break this down, lol. I see passion and love. This also sits at a venusian degree, so that's even more potent. I'll definitely be in tune with that feminine side of myself even tho I feel like I always am lol. Lilith represents rebellious energy, so that could definitely play out. I see myself being pampered and probably more expressive with my emotions. I don't think it'll be too bad as Gemini isn't a highly emotional sign. But they do change a lot. So this could reflect in my emotions. This is also my Natal Asc ruler, so I'll probably be putting a lot into myself this year and online because this would fall into my 11h. I'll be very emotional when it comes to my goals. Just read some descriptions of Moon 1H in Sr. Most of them said fluctuations in appearance (wouldn't be surprised, lol), pregnancy (ik universe wouldn't do that to me lol), and heavy emotions. There's so much water & earth energy I'm seeing so far. Moon also rules 4h, so something with the mother, my mom is also a gemini, so maybe something with her. We shall see for 2023 I had Moon and pluto conjunct my Ascendant so interesting to see how this will turn out. This placement also conjuncts my Ascendant at a wide orb.

Keywords: femininity, solitude, travel, and knowledge.

|| 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟐° 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐𝐇 ||

The first thing that came to mind was that I'm going to want to keep a lot of thoughts & spiritual downloads to myself. Journaling will benefit me this year as well. In general, I sense that I won't be talking to many people. My mind will mostly be concerned with spiritual topics, and subconscious thoughts will come to the front. I'll be doing a lot of reflection & meditation. This Is also conjunct Chiron so like I said earlier I'll be doing a lot of healing, as 12h also deals with healing energy. I'm being called to look at the asteroids Ambrosia (193) & Asclepius (4581) & Reiki (5239). Ok so very interesting.... none of them aspect mercury... BUT! Asclepius is conjunct Moon in 1h. Healing and playing the role of the healer. I heard "Medicine woman". Ambrosia sits at 28° Aquarius 10h. I could be publicly seen as healing & cleansing. Reiki conjuncts Varuna; Varuna represents where we may receive success & recognition. I also see it as where we attain a noticeable amount of abundance/ fortune. So this speaks for itself. Healing is a major theme. idk know what lol (333) as I type this. But I see spiritual enlightenment and learning as well.

Keywords: Working on projects that require Solitude. Constant channeling/ downloads. Dreamsssss! Spiritual Research.

|| Mercury ☌ Venus || (wide orb)

Beautiful words are spoken to the heart & soul. Finding beauty in the unseen. Enjoying learning.

|| 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝟗° 𝟏𝟏𝐇 ||

Passionate & fun experiences. Showing my creativity online. I also see myself trying new things out. New opportunities, reaching goals, more friendly interactions with women. Joining a group of women. This might be the year I find my tribe lol considering I also have Venus 11h natally. Lol, that would be very nice if that did happen. This placement is sextile my natal venus so there's a chance. Partners randomly confessing their madly in love with me 😌😏. Social media allat will most likely be prominent & beneficial for me this year. intellect, media, speech, blogs, etc.

|| Venus conjunct Neptune, Chiron ||

Healing & Spiritual connections within love, I even see myself learning more self love. Neptune is the hugher octave of venus, so this a ultimate indicator of unconditional love. I see healing my relationship with beauty, spirituality, and even relationships.

|| Venus Conjunct North Node ||

Love, beauty, creativity, finances are all things that are bound to happen this year.

|| 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝟏𝟔° 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟏𝐇 ||

Pushing myself towards my dreams, being a freedom seeker. Being rebellious in some way. Planning for the future. Weirdly this gives me 2 of wands vibes. 2 of wands in tarot represents planning for the future, thinking about long term goals & aspirations. Setting out plans for what I need to do. Moving forwards & collaboration are also themes that will be present. This is all about starting a new journey. Since this is pisces I feel like I wil reach peace within this area of life. This could have to do with the home, and traveling. I believe mars would be conjunct my natal Uranus so unexpected plans/ trips. Mars would also sit in my 9h of my natal Sr. So another indication of learning/ travel.

|| Mars ☌ Saturn ||

I'll be focused of accomplishing my goals, most likely will be working very hard & putting in a lot of work.

|| Mars ☌ Neptune || (wide orb)

Working for a hidden force, and spiritual power. Probably alot of dream work as well

|| 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗° 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝟏𝟐𝐇 ||

Again I see long-distance travel but also a theme of hiding something. Being in Solitude. I could see this manifest as my decision to study something in private. This will heavily impact my year as it conjuncts my Ascendant. Jupiter represents luck, spiritual wisdom, higher intellect, plenty, optimism,l long-distance travels, foreign settlement, gurus, and success and the 12th house is dreams, secrets, emotions, self-undoing loss, hidden things, subconscious, spiritual awakenings, Solitude, and psychics. So all the themes of the 12th house will be expanded upon. It could be my spirituality or dreams that I have.

|| 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝟏𝟒° 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 ||

Lol this is why I said it may not be friends I'm attracting this year ORRR they could just be older or more mature than me. I think this is also another sign of my desires coming into physical form. This is another indication of isolation & inner working. Since Mars is conjunct this. I may have to make new goals or even come up with a more efficient plan to reach my goals. Friend groups may restrict or provide me with grounding energy to pursue my dreams. I also see saturn providing me with a lot of time to figure things out. Natally saturn transits my 9th house so I may not be as open to certain beliefs or higher education. I may be more strict on myself in this area of life as well. Definitely reassessing my beliefs when it comes to my pov of the world & it's structures. Even deciding not to fit in to a certain group. This seems like a year of a lone wolf. This is where saturn will be forcing me to grow up and learn lessons so very few will be close to me. This may be due to new knowledge I'll be accumulating. Saturn is the oldest/wisest.

|| 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝟐𝟏° 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 ||

Many unexpected events will happen this year. I didn't pay much attention but with all these 12th house placements this could be hospitalizations. I've heard a few leople say that happened to them lol. But Idk because sun, mercury, jupiter, and Uranus all kind of deal with knowledge and attaining understanding so I'm not completely sure. But I don't see myself getting into that kind of trouble lol. I see myself being alone alot. I'll probably be having random epiphanies from the divine. I'll be having heavy dreams & downloads. This is the year that my higher chakras will be activated.

|| 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 ☌ 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 ||

This is something that will be happening worldwide. This conjunction represents a spiritual awakening throughout humanity, of course depending on the house placement This will vary for everyone, and the area which This awakenings occurs. However, the general themes remain the same. I feel like there will be advances in the financial system since this is in the sign of taurus. I know people have been saying this for years but, I really see it coming. I see huge unexpected changes within that area, humanity will be reevaluating what is to be valued and what is not. On a spiritual level I see a certain group of people recieving upgrades to their mental! Which is so important. The higher mind will be activated for those who didn't get the cue in 2020 now is your chance to fully innerstand the state of the world. I also envision problems with air travel possibly, or either advancement within that area as Uranus deals with tech, and jupiter is travel and expansion. Overall expansion in learning, tech, laws, politics, money, and travel. There will be a wanting to explore whether that be mentally, spiritually, or physically. Now for me, on a personal level since mine sits in the 12th house I'll probably be one of the first out of the collective to pick up on this new surge of energy. 12th house is prophecies and so much more. I feel like 2024 will be more enlightenening and prosperous for some people. I see myself really recieving all these spiritual upgrades, and this may be why I isolate myself from the world. It could be a heavy energy for me. I also could be traveling like I have said for the millionth time. But genuinely I see that, even if it's not physical (which I doubt) definitely see astral travel. Traveling & learning ancient wisdom.

|| 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟖° 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟏𝐇 ||

Bringing spiritual information to friendships, humanity, and online. This can also show having hard time making friends or seeing their true colors. Another area which I may be deceived. Buttttt I could see myself attracting spiritual teachers as well since saturn also occupies this house. Looking into the future, and manifesting my dreams & desires. Talking about spirituality online, read somewhere on Tumblr this can indicate losing friends. 😭😭😭😭😭

|| Neptune ⚹ Ascendant ||

Head in the clouds.....

|| 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝟐° 𝐀𝐪𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝟗𝐇 ||

Pluto in aqaurius 9th house, I see that I'll be having life changing experiences. Mostly in the area of relationships because in my SR natal chart pluto falls in the 7th. But also this will just be in general. I still see isolation overall. Since 9th house deals with travel & higher education. I probably will decide to not go to school, this is something I've been struggling with for the last couple months on whether on not if it's a good idea. Based off other things I see I don't think college will be favorable for me, it's just not something I see myself being able to focus on. I also mentioned before that I have neptune in 9th house I've had this for a while, and I noticed that during this time it's been so hard to focus on mundane school tasks. I really have to force myself, because it's just become so disinteresting to me. Instead of regular school things that they shuff down our throats. I realized I took more off a interest in spiritual things, I wanted to learn more & more about it. Neptune helped me learn more about my dreams, and my dreams Started teaching me things. Neptune was my teacher, and I think this period of time occurred for a very big purpose in my life. With Saturn transitioning into the 9th next year around April or may. I don't think this will really let up or maybe it will but with the help of pluto I know something within that area will be transformed. And as of now at my souls core I don't envision myself enjoying or even wanting to be in school unless it's for spiritual lessons. Saturn restricts/slows things down so this will probably result in that especially since it's in pisces my mind will be submerged in spirituality. This is a year of life experience & knowledge.

|| 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 ☌ 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 / 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐒𝐂 ||

Change in social status, and how people view me. It doesn't have to be necessarily literally physical, but it may be. Right now, in 2023, I have Moon & pluto ☌ my Asc, and Saturn's house. I don't see the Saturn in a physical sense. It's just bringing maturity to me. But Moon & pluto have brought fluctuations in weight so far. I have about 6 more months until my 2024 Sr, so we'll see how this plays out, lol. I know this can indicate something significant happening to you that affects your reputation. I have so many ideas of what this could mean, but I'll just let it play out, lol. Maybe even reintroducing myself, there's a lot, idk. 😂

Edit: (I actually have my north node in the 12th house!)

|| 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏𝟓° 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟏𝐇 ||

I'm realizing throughout this chart, that the 11th house stellium has a lot to do with my desires and what I want. There's an increase and laser focus on my goals. So I'll be eager to go towards those next year. The north node will shift my focus here, and since this natally is conjunct with my MC, and falls into my 10th house a lot of this has to do with my career, and setting goals for myself within that year. 11th house shows that I'll possibly be reaping a lot of benefits from what I've put in previous years. Financial gain too, since the 11th house is also material gain. Venus/mars/Neptune/ and Saturn sit here so big on getting back what I mine. A lot of dreams and wishes will be granted. And since these all sit in the 9th house most likely through learning & travel.

||NN Aries 15° 12H||

North Node in the 12h, shows a year of spiritual growth, and isolation. I have a 12th house stellium, so I know I'll likely be alone a lot. My spirituality & career are areas that are going to change, since this conjuncts my natal MC. I also feel like since Aries is here I'll be very passionate about my spiritual pursuits. I'll need to take care of my mental health this year as well. I think something will push me into isolation because Uranus is here too. Uranus is all about unexpected changes. I see a lot of healing & self-care since Chiron is conjunct to my north node as well. I'm also in a 9h profection year, so this is why I see travel or even moving but idk. The 12h rules foreign settlement, so this may be something that I am growing towards or thinking a lot about.

|| North Node ☌ Chiron ||

Healing, becoming a healer & teacher to those who follow my path. North node is fate/destiny, so these are areas that are bound to happen.

Asteroids

So excited for this part! I have all the asteroids listed above!

So I wanted to see some asteroids that have to deal with travel so I chose; Vibilia, Odysseus & Ulysses.

Copy & Paste: 144, 1143, 5254, 4820

Vibilia is the Roman goddess of travel. She is related to all types of travel, and journeys. In astrology terms this meaning is the same.

|| Vibilia 18° Gemini 1H ||

Well this pretty self explanatory lol, the goddess of travel occupies my 1h house. So this will be where a lot of my focus will be. Also it crazy to me that this is heavily influenced by mercury. Mercury also rules travel, so that's a plus! This placement would also be aspecting my natal venus so I will definitely be enjoying myself lol.

|| Vibilia ☌ Moon, sextile North Node ||

Emotional comfort from travel, destined to travel

Odysseus & Ulysses represent long distance travel, and far away from home. Where adventures come towards you. Where you tend to wander

|| Odysseus 3° & Ulysses 9° Cancer 2H ||

Since this is in the 2nd house, I'll likely be spending money in these areas.

VALENTINE (447) 1H/ CONJUNCT ASC: I explained this placement further in my solar return notes post. But I recently also noticed that this coukd also mean loving yourself this year. The 1h is also the house of you.

SUN CONJUNCT AMOR (1221)

I have a lot more asteroids, but I dont want to bore ya'll with those!😁Anyways hope ya'll enjoyed, Happy Venus day!

-𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼💋🤎

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞'𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

Lovers in the Backseat [Daisuke x reader]

an: I initially started this yesterday after i couldn't sleep and decided to continue it(also because I can't sleep) because I'm blanking on the other thing I'm working on. Also if you caught the little reference I snuck in here Ily, it's so stupid but I giggled at the thought of it. Reader can be read as whatever gender you want!

Word count: 1,719

Cw(s) Not beta read, unprotected sex, sex in a car, quickie,semi-clothed sex reader is slightly tipsy (but is still able to consent!) Daisuke might be ooc here?

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You've been at this party for hours now. Daisuke had insisted that the both of you attend his friend, Jackson's party. This dude was pretty well known for having some off the wall parties, must be the wealth of his family or something.

The loud EDM music was starting to give you a headache, and the alcohol you were sipping on wasn't making things any better. You've had your fun and you were ready to go home. You push your way past the hoards of people and out towards the back patio.

You found Daisuke sitting with his friends around a fire pit laughing and chatting about who knows what. You walked up behind him and bent down to peck his cheek. "Ready to go?" you murmured quietly.

Daisuke hummed in agreement and reached a hand up to caress the side of your face. "Yeah, lemme tell the boys we're heading out."

You stood back up and finished off the last bit of alcohol that was in your cup, making a face at the burn as it went down your throat.

Daisuke said his goodbyes to his friends and places his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walk to his car. You chuck your empty cup into a nearby trashcan on your way out.

"Enjoy the party?" He asked as he started the route to his house. "Yeah actually, your friend always has something crazy going on." Daisuke chuckles a bit, "A couple of his bandmates were there so the turn out was a lot more than usual."

He was right about that, the last few parties you went to weren't as crowded. The amount of people you had to wade through tonight was kinda crazy. Especially to get some alcohol, seemed like that was the spot where everyone and their mama wanted to gather.

Speaking of, the affects of the alcohol were really noticeable now that you weren't overwhelmed by hoards of people. The heaviness of your eyelids being the main affect. You yawned and closed your eyes, not sleeping just resting.

The two of you hadn't made it far down the road when the car jolted suddenly. The loud popping sound that followed caused you to snap awake and audibly swear, Daisuke swore from the driver's side and pulled over to the side of the road. "What happened?" you asked frantically.

"I think we got a flat." He sets the car in park and the both of you get out to go inspect it. You turn on the flashlight on your phone on and walk with him to see which tire it was. You reach the rear left tire and he swears again.

Yup, it's flat. From the looks l of it a nail or something punctured it. He popped the trunk and swears for a third time under his breath. He did have a spare luckily, but there was something missing.

"I forgot to put my tools back after I cleaned my car yesterday." He runs a hand through his hair and groans. "I can't call my parents because they'll be pissed." His dad was the one who hounded him about always keeping the spare AND tools in the car. No doubt if he called him up he'd give him an earful.

"I can call my co-worker to see if she can come pick us up?" You offer. Daisuke gives the flat tire one last glare before shaking his head. "Nah don't worry about it. I'll text one of the guys and see if they'll help me get the spare on."

Wordlessly the two of you get back in the car. Daisuke flicks on the emergency flashers and starts texting his friends.

Twenty minutes go by and he finally gets a response. Leo, one of his friends who had left the party earlier said he'd be on his way shortly. Daisuke closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Leo says he'll be out here in like fifteen, twenty minutes-ish."

Both of you sat quietly, listening to the ticking of the emergency flashers and the occasional car driving past. Daisuke hummed in annoyance at the ticking and quickly grabbed his phone. The soft melody of some lo-fi filling the silence.

Eventually Leo shows up and honks his horn. "ah-he's here, you might wanna hop out with me." Daisuke says to you.

Both of you exit the car and walk over to the flat. The boys make quick work of getting the flat tire off, they ask you to hold the light so they can see what they're doing.

Something about seeing Daisuke in such a serious state-brows furrowed in concentration, his arms flexing as he fights with the bolts on the hubcap, maybe even the fact that he's pushing his hair out of his face every so often. It's hot.

After twenty five minuets or so the new tire is on and Daisuke is thanking Leo for helping. They fist bump and Leo gets in his car and leaves. "Now we can go home."

He pulls back onto the road, albeit with more caution this time. He says something else but you're too distracted to think.

Maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way you needed him like, now.

"Babe?"

"Oh-sorry, yeah?"

"You're being quiet." He comments, turning down the volume of the music slightly. "M'sorry," You look him up and down "Just lost in thought."

"What's on your mind?" He asked glancing over at you briefly.

jumping your bones. "You."

"Oh yeah?" he asks with an amused tone. "What about me?"

You bite your lip slightly, fuck it might as well. "You looked really hot changing the tire."

He snorts and places one hand on your thigh and gives it a quick squeeze. You repress a groan.

He continues driving but keeps that hand on your thigh, every so often he moves it slightly closer to the inner part. You feel like your head is spinning.

"Daisuke-" You huff out finally "Quit teasing me!"

He giggles from the driver seat and pulls off into an empty parking lot. He turns the headlights off and turns his attention to you finally.

"So seeing me change a tire was hot to you?" he questions. You roll your eyes and cup the side of his face with one of your hands. "It's not the fact that you were changing a tire," you move your thumb over his beauty mark. "It was the fact that you looked really fucking good doing it."

Daisuke places his hand on top of yours and leans into your palm "Well, what's the move?"

"Hop in the backseat for me." you answer quickly.

Both of you awkwardly shuffle into the backseat. Daisuke sits in the middle, legs spread apart and motioning for your to come sit on his lap. You oblige instantly.

He looks up at you tenderly, eyes flittering all over your face. God he's gorgeous.

You make the first move and press a kiss to his lips, it's intense. Daisuke catches on quickly and matches your energy, he moves his hands to your waist, fingers sliding under your sweatshirt to caress your skin. You let out a contented groan into the kiss.

Beneath you, you could feel Daisuke's erection through his jeans. Guess you weren't the only one worked up.

You grind your hips against him briefly. He tightens his grip against your thighs and pulls you down against him again. Soon you're both grinding against each other frantically.

Daisuke pulls away from the kiss, huffing after every thrust of his hips. You still your hips and scoot yourself back. "Ready for the real thing?" he asks with a giggle.

You nod and start fishing around the middle console for the spare bottle of lube he kept in there.

If you ask Daisuke why he keeps it in here he'll just shrug and say it's just in case. You know this was a common occurrence so having this on hand was just the best option.

Triumphantly you hold the travel sized bottle in the air and hand it over to him. You made quick work of getting your pants off, struggling only slightly due to the limited space.

Once your bottom half was bare Daisuke coated his middle and ring fingers. He tried to let the liquid heat up a bit before he went to work on you.

You were back on his lap, hovering slightly. He starts working his fingers into your entrance, honing in on your gasps and moans every time his fingers curved in a way that you liked.

"Feeling good?" He purred, watching your face contort with pleasure.

"mmf-fuck yeah."

He starts to pick up the pace a bit causing you to let out a high pitched whine of his name. Once he felt you were properly warmed up he pulls his fingers out and gets to working on his own jeans. You help him shimmy his boxers down enough to let his cock free.

He coats the remaining lube on his fingers against it, a groan rumbling in his throat upon the contact. He strokes himself a few more times before lining it up against your entrance. "Ready?" you ask, bracing your hands on his shoulders.

"Fuck yeah."

You start to sink down on him, savoring the feeling of feeling full. Normally you'd give yourself a moment to adjust but you can't. You needed release now.

You start bouncing on his cock, rocking the car in the process. Daisuke hisses and moans your name, his hands finding purchase on your hips once more. You tilt your head back and allow the whines and moans to flow freely.

The windows by now are completely fogged up, and the car feels like a sauna. Both of you are sweating.

Soon Daisuke digs his fingers into your hips and gasps. "Oh fuck,I-I can't last much longer."

You move your hips faster, chasing your own orgasm. With a sharp whine of your name Daisuke cums, hips thrusting into yours the best he can from this angle. You soon follow suite, stilling as the waves wash over you.

After soaking in the after glow you two eventually get cleaned up and moved back into the front seats.

For the third time that night you made your way home. Maybe this time you'll actually make it there without any more distractions.

[zippidi-dooda]

Getting married to your husband should have been a joyous occasion, and it was. But, to be honest, you couldn't explain why it had happened exactly.

He had just shown up one day.

You're not even sure where he came from, he never explained much about himself and the village hadn't seen nor heard wind of him before the day he married you.

You didn't mind though.

An immense relief was all you felt. The time he had arrived couldn't be better, you'd been shunned from the town, heavily pregnant and barely able to get by. You thought dying while giving birth was what had been planned for you all along. So you passed each day feeling despondent, selling your flowers to the few people who filtered by.

You were an unfortunate sore on your village name.

But then, "hello, I was wondering if you could help me out?"

You looked up.

And by God if you weren't smitten by looks alone.

He smiled charmingly at you, carmine eyes soft yet commanding your full attention. The clothes he wore were sharp and reeked of wealth. He so obviously didn't belong here, but you weren't going to complain. In fact, you were sure that this would be the moment that'd flash in your eyes when you passed.

You cleared your throat and tried to walk over as gracefully as you could. "Welcome, what can I help you with."

He scanned the different bushels, fingers gently cradling the buds. "You have a few rare specimens on display here, I'd imagine there's more in the back?"

Was that a hint? No, no it couldn't be, you had simply been alone for so long you were so desperate to hope.

"Uh yes, though some of them aren't quite ready to bloom yet. Were you looking for something in particular?"

Standing straight, he nestled his hands in his pocket, raven curls bouncing with the movement. "Yes. Though I don't expect to find it. You seem to be knowledgeable about flora though, so maybe I'll get lucky?"

Ah, don't say that.

"Have you heard of the blue spider lily?"

And that was how you first met him.

Though you weren't much help, only hearing a minimal amount about the flower he was looking for, you spent a lot of free time from then on searching.

And to your amazement he kept coming by. You couldn't say why, only knew that your days had become the happiest they had in ages.

Though you did notice that he only came by during the darker hours and heavily scoured the dusty old books you kept in the back.

Muzan Kibutsuji. That was his name. It carried an air of prestige to it.

He had to be a renowned doctor or something. Much too great for you.

Still, you happily stayed up later just to see him, lending him your books on rare flowers. And in a matter of days he suggested you get hitched.

You would've been crazy to say no.

Maybe you should have thought it through more, you didn't know much about him, nor he of you. Maybe if you had you wouldn't be here right now.

But he was probably the last person you'd meet who'd ever consider giving you a chance. Who didn't mind that the villagers avoided you, who didn't mind that you were due and that you'd have a little being to take care of soon after. You couldn't bear the idea of losing the last person who openly communicated with you.

He helped you plenty, upgrading the things you owned to maximize your comfort and even went as far as helping you fool the villagers that he was the one responsible for your situation. Said he'd simply been off on business till now.

His charming ways and turn of phrase was so convincing to the point it should've been scary.

In matter of days he had restored your status. People came to help you out more, chatted when they passed by. Granted, it may have been simply to been in your husband's presence. But you were thankful.

The Kibutsuji name was flourishing through the town. You had Muzan to thank for that.

Everything was perfect for months.

You'd given birth to two healthy boys, Muzan didn't seem to think of them any less, and you couldn't help wishing they had been truly his.

Still, amazing as he was, he had to leave you during the long hours of the day and you had no clue where he wandered off to during nights.

Eventually, you did find out.

Setting the infants down to sleep as they had finally drifted off, you padded over to your room to get ready for the night, pausing as you glance down the hall.

The living room was littered with the growing pile of books Muzan had accumulated. Large, dusty tomes in all sorts of tongues.

He was a man literature you'd learned, could always be found reading old writings that most wouldn't bother with. You found it endearing.

With a smile you continued on.

He wasn't back yet and you weren't feeling as tired as usual so you thought you'd stay up for him.

Maybe you should discuss getting a sitter so you could go out the next night? He'd be happy to right?

Shlack!

You jumped slightly at the sudden noise. It was followed by a few dull thuds, and you instantly retreated to the babies' room to check on them.

They were snoring peacefully, a cool breeze tousling what little hair they had.

Quietly, you shut the window, locking it for good measure.

You watched your boys for a moment longer, relaxing now that you knew they were fine. Leaving the door open a crack, you stared for your room.

Shlack!

That noise again. It was coming from the front.

Maybe it was your husband?

Slipping shoes on, you made for the front door, peering out the window before stepping out.

The air was cool against your skin. Stars glowed above in the dark sky, the moon shining down on the grassy plain. It was still and quiet.

You couldn't make out any lights from your distant neighbors that could indicate the noise came from them.

Maybe the was an animal loose?

Just as you were about ready to return to the safety of your home, you heard a pained cry coming from just beyond the tree line.

Your heart began to race.

"Muzan?" You called.

With a glance back into your house, you closed the door and grabbed the hachiemon sitting out front.

The next shlack that came, you followed.

The further you got away from your house, the louder the sounds became and more pops and cracks followed along.

As you came upon the final loud splat, you were able to make out a human figure in the darkness.

"H-hey! Is everything alright?" You shouted, keeping a good distance between you and the person.

The air smelt of copper.

By the figure's feet, you could see a pair of legs glistening in some kind of thick liquid but the rest of the scene was blocked by the person you had spoken to.

Something felt wrong.

"Are they hurt? I have a spare aid kit laying around, I could go back and get it ...?" You trailed off.

Just as you thought the figure was going to keep ignoring you, it's head snapped your way and a pair of vibrant red eyes stared you down. Their lips were fixed in a deepset scowl, brow curled, and veins bulged against their skin.

Your blood ran cold at the sheer animosity held in their gaze and your knees threatened to buckle as you took a shaky step back.

You couldn't form a sentence, mouth warbling with your attempt.

"Go home." A cold, threatening voice demanded.

You blinked, heart racing faster and shaky hands clutching your tool.

Their voice helped break you out of your trance and you were able to look away from them.

You were ready to sprint and leave, but then you caught a glimpse of a familiar set of sharp clothes on the figure. Only one person in this village wore that style.

"... Muzan ...?"

He stepped closer to you, that terrifying expression staring you down as he adjusted his cufflinks.

"I told you to go home."

As he stepped away, you were able to gather the full sight of the person he'd been standing over.

Only, there wasn't much left to see. The upper half of the person's body was entirely gone, a heavy pool of dark blood the only thing in its place. What had happened.

"Wh-what's going on ...?"

"I don't like to repeat myself, Y/N."

A chill filled your body as your name left his lips.

"... wh-y are you looking at me like that? Muzan ... what did you do?"

He was unrecognizable.

"I was hoping to keep this disguise a little longer. Your shop was an adequate excuse to continue my research."

Not a trace of the charming and kind gentleman was present. You almost couldn't believe it was your husband.

Who ... no.

What did you marry?

"S-stay back ...."

Fear spiking as he pressed forward, you stumbled, falling back and dropping your tool. Quickly, you reached out and grabbed him as he knelt in front of you.

"I'm sorry! Pretend I didn't see anything!"

"I'm afraid it's too late for that." The back of his hand was cool as he brushed the hair from your face. "At least you felt some sense of worth leading up to this moment."

A sharp nailed finger pressed to your forehead.

"You've become useless to me."

"No ... wait!"

[shesnake]

I wanted to know your thoughts on this but do you think it's fair to say either Louis or Armand are abusive in their relationship? Idek if this is a valid angle to view the characters from because I guess they're all monsters or whatever but a part of me thinks that it's kinda lukewarm to refuse to engage with the complicated themes of the show, which abuse is featured heavily and pretty clearly imo. This isn't aimed at you btw. Something I noticed is people tend to use some of Louis's less favorable moments to justify the violence he experiences. Like that post about Armand just matching Louis energy in ep 5, most of the notes are taking the stance that Louis is a cold, unempathic pimp who doesn't care about sa victims, that Armand genuinely is completely right when he says he is always cleaning up after Louis that he was only worried and tenderhearted and Louis escalated in the worst way and that after Louis said that he deserved everything that happened after. And I may be biased but to me that is so fucking crazy. To me it seems like fans, specially nonblack fans, have zero empathy for black abuse victims, actively enacting abuse culture even. But idk if that is a too reactive view. I don't want to say Louis isn't flawed because he is. But I mean we are watching the season about Armand getting Claudia killed on purpose and somehow people are still like Maybe Armand didn't do it, maybe it was all Louis, maybe Louis really asked for it. All of it. I think there's a problem there but idk I kinda feel a little crazy too. Btw disclaimer I fuckin hate Lestat this is not about comparing Loumand/Loustat lol

hi! and wow there is so much to discuss here...

I think it is fair to describe the actions of both Louis and Armand towards each other as abusive by definition but it's always important to remember that it is Armand in the position of greater power over him. Armand is older, stronger, owns dominion. He can walk in the sun, manipulate memories, and live without constant debilitating hunger for blood - all of which are things that impede Louis from being his own person outside of Armand.

Louis also faced this same predicament when he was with Lestat, but unlike Armand who uses his own innate powers against Louis, Lestat mostly used his social advantages of whiteness, wealth etc in addition to withholding key knowledge about vampirism to keep himself in control and Louis dependent on him.

and sure Louis can lash out all he wants! He can mock Armand's sexual trauma (trauma which Armand himself already gets them both to fetishise... but that's a whole different conversation...) he can hit back when Lestat hits him but when he's with either of those guys he is always going to be the victim. Nothing shitty he does to his partners, or to Claudia, or to Daniel, justifies what is being done to him by these men.

There absolutely has to be anti-blackness involved in any argument that says Louis deserves any of this. (Of course Armand as a brown South Asian man is not immune from fandom racism but his treatment is racialised in a different way that is also a different conversation). Any negative behaviour from a Black man is going to be seen by racists as exponentially more aggressive than it is, especially the cross-section with those you mentioned who aren't engaging with the complicated themes of this show exploring abuse.

They can see that Louis yelling at Armand is bad, but don't notice that Armand is being manipulative. They can see that Louis stabbing Lestat that one time during sex is bad (and still sexualise it), but don't notice that Louis is disassociating in every sex scene he has with Lestat afterwards (because they're too busy sexualising it). They can see that Louis making Daniel upset is bad, but don't notice that Daniel has been leveling dozens of racist and homophobic micro-aggressions at him since episode 1.

Armand got a few minutes to tell his tragic backstory in Louvre, Lestat had 2 or 3 different scenes in season 1 to recall his own. It's just been words. Meanwhile racists erase Louis' experiences with trauma because they never had enough fucking empathy for him to begin with to even register it happening to him! on screen! in real time! right in front of us!

And yeah Louis and Armand and Loumand are incredibly complex and compelling, and I do enjoy seeing Louis' moments of cruelty towards Armand! But he's never going to win against him in the game Armand built for him.

And in terms of Claudia, I do think that Louis failed her, as he has always failed her. And is responsible for her death in that regard. But that failure involved letting those other two fucking sharks eat her!!! I personally haven't seen anyone pushing the blame completely off Armand and onto Louis but I wouldn't be surprised. This week I've more pissed off about people levelling it all on Armand and think of Lestat as an unwilling participant.... this is of course the blonde white vampire show....

anyways sorry this is so long! thanks for the message this was really interesting to think about.

[natashaslesbian]

Influenced | SJ

Summary: Your mom thinks a new friend is a bad influence on you. Her suspicions are confirmed when you get caught shoplifting. But is there more to the story?

Request: HERE

Word Count: 970

Warnings/Content: words ‘pussy’ and ‘hell’ are used / mentions of past bullying

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“Mom?” You sheepishly asked Scarlett. “Whatever it is the answers no y/n” your mom said, eyes focused on her keyboard. “What? I didn’t even ask you yet” you whined as you leaned against the doorframe. “You’re about to ask me if you can go out with Julia and the answer is no. You’re in enough trouble at school I don’t need her leading you astray on the streets of New York” Scarlett said. Your new friend Julia had recently joined your school, rumour has it she was expelled from her last one. The two of you had clicked right away and now you were inseparable. Julia was a bit of a rebel, answering back to teachers and skipping class whenever she felt like it, things you had never dared to do before.

Scarlett was unsure about Julia from the beginning and her suspicions were confirmed when she had to collect you from school after the two of you were caught playing hooky. You sighed before you spoke up again “I am sorry about that mom” you said, sporting a frown. Scarlett continued her work but you failed to move from your spot, “what were you gonna ask sweetie?” She said, unable to resist your puppy eyes. “Can I have 20 bucks to go to the mall?” You asked. “You can have 10 and I want you home in time for dinner” Scarlett smiled, wanting nothing more than to make you happy despite of this new friendship she didn’t like. “Deal!” You beamed “thanks mama!” You called as you ran back to your bedroom.

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“Jules!” You called out as you waved to your friend across the street. “Hey girl!” The brunette said as she ran over to greet you. “Hey, how are you?” You asked as you hugged her. “Ugh I am so ready for some retail therapy! My mom is driving me crazy she won’t shut up about that D I got on the test last week! But anyway how are you?” Juliana asked after her ramble. “I’m good, I-“ you began before Jules spoke up again. “Oh and did I tell you about Jake? He finally messaged me last night, had to send him a picture in my bra just to get his attention” she said, cutting off your earlier sentence, which was not an uncommon experience. “That’s crazy” you said uncomfortably, feeling completely out of touch with the conversation.

“So where are we headed?” You asked as Julianna wrapped her arm around your own. “Let’s hit brandy! Heard they have some new jewellery in” your friend said as she picked up her pace. “I didn’t really bring enough money for Brandy Melville” you said, slightly embarrassed. Julianna wasn’t shy about her wealth, although you were Scarlett Johansson’s daughter, she had raised you to be smart with money, you didn’t like to spend much. “Relax, you don’t need any money” Jules said with a smirk “what do you mean?” You asked. “You’ll see” she giggled. You followed blindly as Julianna lead you through the mall until you reached your desired location.

The shop was full of customers as you weaved your way through towards the jewellery. “Okay, follow my lead” Julianna said. You weren’t sure what she meant until you watched her pick up a $30 necklace and stuff it into her pocket. “Jules what the hell!” You murmured. “Shhh! Don’t draw attention just grab you want and we’ll go” she smiled. You felt your heart begin to race as you scanned the store for cameras, there was one in every corner. This was crazy. “Jules I don’t wanna do this” you whispered as you watched your friend place a ring in her bag. “Stop being such a pussy” she said as she rolled her eyes.

You knew this was wrong, you did but Julianna was your only friend right now and you didn’t want to loose her. You eyed the shelf for the cheapest item you could find, if it wasn’t worth much it might not feel so bad. Your hand shook as you reached for a pair of earring studs, you peaked over your shoulder before quickly wrapping the jewellery underneath your scarf. “You done?” Julianna said as she appeared next to you, startling you slightly. “Yeah” you said with a shaky voice “let’s go then” Jules smiled. You walked quickly towards the exit where you saw two security guards standing by the door. You knew that if you didn’t do something now, you’d regret it.

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Scarlett was livid as she stormed through the mall, ignoring the stunned gazes of citizens not expecting to see the black widow actress as they ate their lunch. “Miss Johansson” the store manager said as the angry blonde approached Brandy Melville. “Where is she?” Scarlett asked “we’ve taken them to an office in the back, the other girls mother is on her way” the manger said he lead her down to the back offices. “Charges?” Scarlett asked “we’ve called the cops for the other one but you’re welcome to take-“ the tall man began before Scarlett’s rage interrupted her. “I have your full support whatever you decide to do, she’s never done anything like this before” the actress spoke as she reached the room where you sat.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Scarlett yelled as she threw the door open “mom I-“ you stuttered “no I’m talking!” The blonde yelled. “Ugh excuse me miss” the store manger said sceptically “what?” Scarlett said frustratedly “your daughter hasn’t done anything wrong, she’s free to go” he shyly said. You watched as the anger faded from your mom’s eyes “what- then why did you call me? What happened?” Scarlett asked curiously. “Oh um, y/n here whispered to one of our security guys that her friend had stolen, we were able to catch her thanks to your daughter. When she told us you were her mom I couldn’t help but invite you down, I’m a big fan” the manger said with a wide smile.

Scarlett stood in shock at his words, and his actions “are you kidding me?” She asked. The man shook his head and reached for an old marvel poster in his desk “would you mind?” He asked as he held out a pen. “Y/n grab your things let’s go” Scarlett said as she rolled her eyes. You giggled at your mom’s frustration, you knew how much she hated the attention sometimes “and don’t you dare” she said as she glanced at you. You followed behind Scarlett as she took the quickest route back to the car. There was a sudden silence as you both closed the doors “what did I tell you about Julianna?” Your mom said disappointingly.

You avoided her gaze as you fiddled with the zip of your jacket “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was gonna do…that” you quietly said. “I was just excited to have a friend” you sighed. “What happened to Abbie?” Your mom asked. Your heart ached at the mention of your ex best friend, you never told Scarlett what happened between the two of you. “She joined Zara’s crew” you whispered. “Zara?” Your mom questioned “as in Zara Smith? Baby is it happening again?” Scarlett softly asked reaching for your hand. Last year, Zara had made yours and Abbie’s life hell, she decided that the two of you would be her punching bag for verbal insults.

You nodded slowly. “Y/n” Scarlett cooed “why didn’t you tell me?” She asked. “It caused so much trouble last time. And I thought if I was friends with someone like Jules then they’d leave me alone and they did! But now I’ve ruined it. Julianna hates me and she’ll probably go join them too” you sighed. “Oh baby girl” Scarlett said as she pulled you into her arms “I’m sorry sweetheart. This is all my fault for constantly telling you not to be friends with her” she said. “I didn’t really like her anyway” you admitted “and when I realised what she wanted me to do I just…I couldn’t do that” you sniffled.

Your mom squeezed you tight. “I’m so proud of you baby. You did the right thing not the easy thing” Scarlett said as she combed her fingers through your hair. “But what am I gonna do now?” You quietly asked. “I’m gonna fix it okay baby, I promise. You’re done with that school. Your people are out there y/n and I won’t give up until I help you find them” Scarlett soothed. You basked in her comfort for a few moments before you spoke up again “black widow wasn’t even on that poster” you giggled as you remembered the store manger. “Sexist pig” Scarlett laughed as he rolled her eyes.

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A/N: I have no idea if brandy Melville sell jewellery I’ve never been to one

- Astara Bell

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[bigmack2go]

Katherine “Plumber” Pulitzer has Adhd but not “aDhD iS BeAuTiFuL” type adhd because it isnt. It’s a disability that affects people

Katherine who’s hyperactive and annoying and has trouble finding friends because of it

Katherine who doesn’t believe when she *does* have real friends, thinking they’ll grow tired of her eventually

Katherine who has a bajillion hyper fixations a week and can’t finish one if her projects for shits

Katherine who doesn’t remember that she put stuff down she was just holdibg seconds ago, let alone where

Katherine who thinks she’s going crazy or that she has memory loss or some shit because she just can’t remember anything

Katherine who ignores her reminders automatically even when she tries not to and doesn’t know WHY

Katheribe who can’t explain shit, who cant put things into words and cant explain her feelings or her thoughts

Partially because her thoughts go to fast and partially because they don’t make sense when they’re put into words

Katherine who cant speaj spontaneously, who always has to wrote shit down and formulate whole sentences before hand, so she cabt handle confrontation. Not because she doesn’t know WHAT to say but because she doesn’t knwo HOW to say ot when she didn’t prepare herself

Katherine who’s affraid of relationships because she’s afraid they’ll jusy be another hyper fixation and they dont wnat to make anyone feel that way

Katherine who doesn’t want to make ANYONE feel that way, who feels guilty way to fast and does everything in her power to make people feel included even if that means not being included herself because she knows what it feels like and she can’t stand the thought of other feeling that way. Let alone being the reason other feel that way

Katherine who WHEN she writes stuff down, can formulate the most complicated sentence possible and still make it make sense but only if she has time for that

Katherine who can’t get out of bed for shits sometimes, wondering why she isn’t as much of a rubberball as she used to be when she was younger

Katherine who has episodes where she sleeps always and everywhere and then other times she’ll stay awake for a week at a time and then drive on one hour of sleep the next week

Katherine who has trouble sleeping even if she really really wants to and is really fucking tired because her brain just wont stop

Katherine who writes articles and sometimes slowly trails off, transitioning to another topic or starts writing about something entirely different in the middle of a sentence

Katherine who’s afraid of quitting hobbies that she started because of a hyper fixation even though she’s grown out if said hyper fixation, because she’s afraid she’ll regret it

Katherine plumber who just can’t get it right. No matter how hard she tries she just always seems to keep failing. And no matter how much attention she tries to py in class, she just can’t

Katherine who gets called out for not listening, and made to cone to the board to solve a task even though the teacher know damn well she can’t do that because she wasn’t paying

Katherine who gets laughed at and feels humiliated by her teachers

Katherine who holds grudges against these people. Katherine who just cannot forget what they’ve done. Katherine who sometimes catches herself smiling when something happens to those people

Katherine who is determined to be something big, to have a legacy, something that outlives her, something big. Not because she’s greedy but because people always underestimate her and she needs to prove. Them. Wrong. She just HAS to. Or else, how does SHE know that they weren’t right. If those people arent wrong, then what’s she even doing here?

Katehrine who sometimes tries to make friends by bragging about her father’s wealth, thinking people will like her that way. Who’s willing to have friends that only like her because of her father. And ultimately, who still doesn’t make friends because even when she does do that ppl still don’t want to be her friends….

Katherine who wants to be a good friend but also just anytime someone just beeds someone to listen, she’ll skip back to the original plan as soon as possible because otherwise she’ll panic.

Katherine who misses deadlines

Katherine whi just cant seem to learn from her mistakes

Katherine who’s told she ruins everything

Katherine who thinks she’s a bad friend and a bad person because she’s lazy, and she doesn’t clean her room and she doesn’t do the homework and she cheats in class because she doesn’t understand but *ultimately its her own fault for not listening* so she still feels bad about it

Katherine who sometimes takes advantage of her fathers influence even though she knows she shouldn’t

Katherine who used to think that everything is unfair and everyone is against her and acted like she hated herself to manipulate others. Katherine who realised what she was doing and tries to change but sometimes still catches herself doing this stuff. Katherine who ends up *actually* hating herself because of that, and katherine who thinks she’s still manipulating others

Katherine who lets people treat her bad because *they were there for me when i was bad, and sometimes i treated them bad too, and they didn’t leave. So they deserve the same from me*

Katherine who hates the thought that she has to live her entire life like this even tho she only has one

And Katherine who wonders why everyone else doesn’t feel that way about themselves or about her

And katherine who wonders why everyone hates her

And Katherine who wonders why she cant do anything about it

And Katherine who wonders why she can’t just be normal

And Katherine who wonders why she cant just be like everyone else

And mostly importantly

Katherine who wonders

Why *her*??? Why does it have to be her?

Why not anyone else. Thers so many people and she’s the one that has to be different

“Why ME?”

[tealfling]

Same anon, uh the ideas aren't anything too crazy or spectacular but they are

Rolan with a tiefling who wasn't raised around other tieflings and has no idea about tiefling biology having Rolan knot in them maybe even during their heat/rut. Potentially with Rolan explaining things to them while talking dirty.

The second is just wild magic resulting in someone getting tied up probs Rolan and misuse of magic continues.

Final one would be him masturbating because he saw Tav get entangled by Jaheria found it hot and he's not handling his pinning well. Maybe even steals a piece of clothing from their laundry basket or their scented body oil to aid him.

Anon, if you were looking at me the screen when I read this you probably would have seen my eyes dilate like a cat about to Zoomies.

So my HCs:

Alright, I'm actually very confident in this first one bc-- that's kinda how my tiefling Sorc Tav Coren is playing out. She's not a virgin, but she's an orphan that didn't grow up around a high population of tieflings. (Her first lover was some smooth d-k half-elf) So the knowledge she has to go on is her own tiefling AFAB body and a gist knowledge of male tiefling bodies-- in the same way you might get a sex education from hearing your friends talk at school. Basically hearing your friends talk about dinosaurs and going to a museum and seeing a dinosaur are two vastly different perspectives.

-> Rolan's insecure and probably shy - especially at the beginning of a physical relationship. But he is a wizard and thusly nothing but a wealth of knowledge. He will make sure his partner is well informed on his equipment and how it works, but I think it would take some time for him to intentionally knot a partner-- especially one that has not experienced it before. He'll take it slow and work them up to it. He's surprisingly sweet like that. And he will ask. He likes clear communication. But when he's comfortable (read: more confident) this can evolve into dirty talk

-> with that said: an established relationship during a rut/heat cycle (these will eventually trigger each other so they're simultaneous) the knot is implied. It's kinda the name of the game. We're talking: mating press, probably marked/bitten, and absolutely stuffed...with his knot of course. Even if they don't want children, they're playing the breeding game. To quote my buddy @faerunsbest LET THEM GET STUCK (btw, I am writing this is my Coren fic)

Now about Rolan being tied up.

-> I see Rolan as kinda up tight with a lot of his issues stemming from feeling a lack of control in his life so I personally don't see him being super comfortable with any sort of bondage. But he might be willing to try it in a trusted established relationship. Idk, I think Rolan on his own is a little too vanilla to explore that on his own

-> I do think he'd be willing to misuse magic. I mean what's the point of spells if you don't use them?? Amiright, Lia?

~Mage Hand, Alter Self, Invoke Duplicity, Darkness, illusion spells- the list goes on. I think the key with these is that they still allow a lot of control on his part. Mage Hand- who couldn't use another hand or two now and then? Alter Self: shorter nails, deeper ridges, no ridges, extra tail, no tail, feathers, various alterations to genitals- endlessly possibilities. Duplicates- self explanatory. Why have 1 Rolan when there could be two? I think he'd be really into watching his partner take him. Then there are the sensory spells...this could go on forever.

Ah, panty thief Rolan. @faerunsbest & crew were posting about that not too long ago.

Highlights: he would, but it would probably be later in his story.

However in Last Light Inn there would have been a wash room where a sweaty post battle Tav could have bathed and lots of opportunity for a particular undergarment to go missing. Along with a Rolan that's hiding off in one of the rooms, desperately fisting himself while holding the garment in question to his face. He didn't realize he was this bad off. This desperate. This is truly a low point for him in his eyes and he's going to probably go into some self degradation bc he's ashamed of himself. He's not going to give it back though.

@faerunsbest @kimberbohwrites @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @barbwillbrb Thoughts?

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Reserve Course student Makoto Naegi.

Makoto is just the embodiment of that sunshine kid that gets adopted by a bunch of goths.

Everyone looks down at the Reserve Course students, even their own peers. That is except for Makoto who doesn’t treat any of them with anything but kindness.

Even if people are rude to him at first because they think he’s mocking or pitying them. But they soon learn that no Makoto is just that genuinely kind of a person.

They also learn that Makoto may be nice but he’s not a pushover. Any main course student or teacher that tries to belittle them is met with fury.

Makoto doesn’t even need to throw hands. The verbal beat down he delivers all the while staring them down with the rage of a thousand suns is all he needs.

He won’t let anyone talk badly about his fellow students. Even if he’s ended up suspended or in trouble for it.

That garners him a lot of respect from his peers. And so in true Makoto fashion he accidentally befriends the daughter of the Yakuza and some other powerful students.

Because the Reserve Course students don’t not have talents it means they all paid to get in here through their families wealth or through connections.

Makoto is actually one of the only students that comes from neither wealth nor status. His upbringing was a lot more humble compared to there’s.

How he got in is because of his childhood best friend, Sayaka Maizono.

She was upset he couldn’t attend Hopes Peak and after getting his parents permission she used her money and connections to secure him a place in the next best thing.

Because yes she’d miss him but also because Makoto deserves the best.

Makoto is rather fond of her and so she’s one of the only Ultimates that gets passage into the Reserve Course and isn’t treated with hostility.

It also helps that when shes around Makoto, Sayaka drops the ‘made for tv’ facade instantly. Revealing a bubbly yet sharp and perceptive girl that genuinely loves her craft.

But isn’t a stranger to the darkness within it. How even with her new class, Makoto and her group are the only real friends shes ever had.

They all notice that Makoto, despite missing his friend dearly always gets their permission to let her in the building. Despite Ultimates being allowed to roam freely wherever they want.

He knows how they feel as does Sayaka. She may not have put much stock into the whole Ultimates are better shit but shes more then a little aware of it.

And so she’s always mindful to never bring up her talent or music. Not unless someone else brings up first.

It’s weirdly sweet.

Some of the Reserve Course students begrudgingly find Sayaka not so bad and unfortunately for them she’s caught on. The insults fall into more playful banter and Makoto’s just happy to see everyone getting along.

Then there’s Hajime who thinks Makoto is insane.

Somewhat similarly to the way Nagito blue screens when he learns Hajime doesn’t have a talent.

That’s about how Hajime sees Makoto, because what the fuck is wrong with you?

How can you be so happy as an average person? How can you not be jealous of your talented friend?How can you not want to be part of that world?

Unlike Nagito tho, Hajime never voices any of this so Makoto just smiles and waves him while the man’s inner monologuing.

Don’t get him wrong. Makoto is a sweet guy and is the only one brave enough to stop Natsume and Sato from fighting.

But there’s obviously something deeply wrong with him if you ask Hajime.

Makoto is completely unaware of Hajime’s thoughts. Sayaka on the other hand…

“Call him crazy again. I dare you.” Said Sayaka in a voice many could misinterpret as sweet.

But all Hajime could hear was malice. His blood ran cold, he looked for a way but she was standing by the only exit.

“I..how did you know that I didn’t say anything?!”

She smiled, cold and cruel.

“I’m psychic.”

She couldn’t be..could she?

“I bought Makoto here so he could be close, yes. But also to ensure his safety. Being the bestie of an idol is not an easy position to be in. But I’m rather selfish like that I suppose.”

Her gaze pinned him in place.

“I won’t let you or anyone else look down on him. He is worth more to me than this school ever will. I protect what’s mine Hajime Hinata and I would burn the world if meant keeping him warm.”

Why? Why would someone like her care so deeply for someone like him?

She glared and oh maybe she was psychic.

“I pity you. Not for your lack of talent. But that you’ve somehow convinced yourself that’s all that matters is in the world.”

It was his turn to scoff and she sighed before resuming her threat.

“In any case, you’ve all grown used to the fact that Makoto’s a kind soul. But I am not so gentle. Try anything, and I’ll make sure you can’t even dream about the main building ever again.”

And just like that she was gone.

…What the fuck just happened?

[thepoisonjackal]

Do you have any headcanons or concepts of how houses would look for each tribe? I’m always so curious about what people think

Sure I can write some thoughts! I might doodle these later but I'm not the biggest fan of drawing buildings so we'll see. This is all coming from my OC Universe, but it's mostly consistent with canon too.

Skywing: It's said they like caves, so commoners and nomads probably just find whatever random cave they can find. If they actually take the time to build it, maybe they could carve out more intricate rooms, windows, pillars and carvings, and maybe the richer ones could get wood for balconies/struts/furniture. If they're built from the ground up, mostly a lot of stone work, stained glass for richer homes, tall pillars, not a lot of stairs (more for flying in and out) so a lot of open areas and big doors/windows to fly out of if needed.

Mudwing: Although the poorest live in those packed mud hut things, the common house is a beaver dam thing with an underwater entrance, an underground basement (though not very big) with more of a terracotta/brick based structure above ground. They're very warm and very open plan, not individual rooms per se but more of a big ol studio for all the sibs to live in. And you'd get a bunch of these in a village. The richer could probably afford wood stilts to get raised houses outside of the water made of wood, though not every mudwing prefers that because they like the mud to sleep in. So it's more of a merchant stall type thing rather than somewhere you sleep. The palace would be a mix of wood and terracotta brick, with a lot of water features.

Icewings: Most icewing houses are igloos or underground bunker type things. It also depends on where you're at. In the more mountainous areas, they could probably make relatively simple stone buildings that look more like fortresses/fortified castles, with snow and ice being used as mortar inbetween the stones. The rich houses and palaces though are in the heart of the ice kingdom, where it's coldest, and the houses are made of pure ice, either carved or made with frostbreath. Wood isn't the best for the cold, so they wouldn't bother importing it.

Seawings: Underwater, it's mostly underwater caves, or coral reef areas. They might be able to bring around some stones to create a little hut out of, but they're usually nothing super elaborate. Houseboats are popular for merchants because they can move their stuff around and catch the attention of swimming seawings. On land, on the shores, they would use stone and wood that they can get near the shore and from the sea. They're usually nothing super fancy or crazy, just functional for seawings who have business on the land more than they do the water. The palace would be in a coral reef area, with a lot of underwater/underground rooms. There would be a little bit above ground for when non-seawings visit, but its not used very much if there's not guests.

Rainwings: Pretty much just what canon says. A lot of wooden platforms, a lot of rope bridges and wooden huts with leaf canopies, it would be very layered and open for everyone to fly around. I don't have much to say here, I love the canon rainwing kingdom.

Nightwings: (In my OC universe they live in the mountains where Jade Mountain is in canon, so the range between the desert/rain forest area) Nightwings love the canyons more than the peaks, so they also love caves, but they adore taking their time with every single one and meticulously carving something into every cave wall. Rope bridges connecting the canyon walls, a real maze carved out behind each wall, and plenty of wood and gemstones embedded to show their wealth. The palace is built into the highest peak, with it being quite narrow relative to other palaces, but going very, very deep into the mountain with a lot of layers. There are a few towers and windows seen from the outside, however.

Sandwings: A lot of sandwings are nomadic, and towns are built around oases. The buildings are made of sandstone and brick, and due to most sandwings moving around a lot, inns are more popular than individual houses, though there are still houses for those who don't feel like moving around a lot. They tend to be not very noteworthy, mostly square with only a story or two, but with paintings and tapestries to spice it up. There's also tents for those going out into the desert and those who just want to rest in a town without getting an inn. A lot of sandwings also travel at night/dawn/dusk and sleep during the heat of the day. In the richer communities, they'll add wood and glass, and fancier inns. As for the palace, honestly I just visualize something that looks like the Taj Mahal or the Kremlin Palace. A lot of sandstone, glass, taller towers and walls, and water features to show off wealth.

[thebramblewood]

That moment you find out the girl you’ve been seeing is famous - for being a 130-year-old missing persons case with an entire "theories and speculation" section on Wikipedia.

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Yes, I made Lilith a Wikipedia page because I'm just that extra. If you want to read it (I threw in some new information), you can find the whole thing following the transcript below the cut.

Real-time footage of Helena researching:

[Snippets of Caleb's letter echo in Helena's mind] I will put it to you bluntly: Lilith and I have been vampires for some 100 years. Faced with your otherwise certain demise, I chose to make you one too. You may not believe me. It will feel like a bad flu for a day or two; then it will feel like the heat of 1000 fires blazing inside. I very well knew it would turn you into a monster against your will.

Helena, thinking: It's just a hangover, Helena. It's just a hangover. Yeah, that crazy bitch bit you, and her crazy brother wrote a dumb letter to scare the shit out of you. But vampires aren't real.

Thank god Ulrike left all these fucking tarps. This sunlight is murder on my eyes.

Several internet rabbitholes later... [Helena scanning Wikipedia page on computer screen] Last seen alive March 16, 1918... disappeared under mysterious circumstances... seemed to fall ill... Tangled Vines... immortal vampires... This can't actually be her. It's impossible...

Lilith Violetta Vatore (December 2, 1891 – last seen alive March 16, 1918) was an heiress and socialite who disappeared under mysterious circumstances at the age of 26 along with her brother, Caleb Vatore, 24. Before vanishing, the siblings were poised to jointly inherit the Vatore fortune, home, and 100-year-old vineyard and winery. This was considered unusual for the period, as family property, wealth, and business interests were often only passed to women in the complete absence of a male inheritor.

Despite societal expectations, Vatore reportedly had little interest in courting or eventually marrying. She was said to have rebuffed dozens of engagement offers, much to her parents' dismay. However, she rarely turned down an invitation to a ball, and her baldly flirtatious escapades were frequently reported on in society columns. One such columnist wrote that she "bandied about in a bold and bawdy manner most unbecoming of a respectable lady, laughing uproariously, drinking excessively, and making coy conversation with every handsome man in sight." Some historians suggest based on a series of candid letters from Vatore to fellow socialite and confidante Prudence Crumplebottom, donated to the University of Britechester by Crumplebottom's daughters, that she may have preferred the company of women in private.

The Vatore siblings were said to be so close that one was rarely seen without the other. The society columns were not kind to Caleb Vatore, calling him a "poor chap" who seemed "nothing more than a playmate, servant, or lapdop, his role at any given moment wholly dependent upon his dear sister's whims." Little is known about his personal life.

In the days preceding the siblings' disappearance, Vatore seemed to fall ill. She sequestered herself to her bedroom, allowing no one but her brother to enter. On the morning of March 16, a maid found Caleb's chambers undisturbed, and Vatore's locked bedroom door was forced open, whereupon she was discovered to have absconded in the night, along with her brother and her finest jewels.

Various court battles ensued over the fate of the Vatore estate, and interest in the siblings' disappearance was briefly renewed when their alleged children materialized in the mid-1950s. However, the entire ordeal all but disappeared from public consciousness until the recent publication of Tangled Vines: A Complete Investigation of the Vatore Disappearances by journalist Salim Benali. Benali posits that the Vatores are immortal vampires who still live today, and though some scholars find elements of his research intriguing, others dismiss his argument as an elaborate, attention-seeking hoax.